Lower the Vexilla Regis. Raise the white of flag of surrender. The Synodal Church has arrived.
Where Christ once declared victory in the red blood of His Cross, the Synodalists bleat in the pastels of accommodation. Their white flag was a shameless admission that the Church of 2024 no longer has anything to say. Of course, much was said. And said. And said again. But it was “a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing” (Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 17).
Sad that the whole world should witness the once mighty Roman Church reduce itself to such self-parody. Rather like a grown man reverting back to thumb-sucking. The Synodalists were engaged in the serious business of reducing the Church to irrelevance. Inured by decades of such failed rapprochement with the pieties of the age, most Catholics stopped listening decades ago.
Proof abounds. Diocese after diocese is announcing the closure and mergers of more churches. They correctly announce that Catholics are no longer coming. One wonders if for one fleeting moment they might consider that vapid religious education and impotent liturgies for sixty years might have something to do with it. Apparently not. So, the dance with irrelevance continues.
Still, enough Catholics are content to applaud this waltz with insignificance. It is, after all, a no-fault Catholicism where one can have one’s cake and eat it too. Enough high-ranking prelates protect it as though it were the sancta sanctorum, happy to deepen the paralysis of an already paralyzed church. These are men who prize process over certitude, the bien pensant over truth, diversity over excellence, and the zeitgeist over tradition.
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