A number of stories over the past few days once again reminded me that one of the best things that could happen to Catholicism is for the apostate Synodal Church to officially change its name to exactly that: the Synodal Church.
After all, it hardly refers to itself as the Catholic Church anymore, and one of the first declarations Robert Prevost made when he walked out onto the loggia was that “we want to be a Synodal Church.”
We might lose the buildings and the Vatican, and the Church will be much smaller and humbler, but that might just be the dividing line we need to start rebuilding the true Catholic Church.
“Cardinal” Reinhard Marx marked his 30th anniversary as a bishop in Munich with a conference bearing a title that perfectly supports my argument: Der synodale Bischof — “The Synodal Bishop.”
This symposium went even further than the usual synodal trash event where bishops practice “listening” more attentively. According to the event’s subtitle, it sought to explore “Rethinking the Church’s leadership office under the claim of synodality.”
The program for this one was riddled with the language of the new revolution. “Synodality is the watchword,” it declared, and the Church is to give its “hierarchical structures” a new relationship to the “whole People of God.”
And, as usual, what they mean is as confusing as the synodalese they use. Apparently, this means that clergy and laity should form a praying, listening, and deliberating community that together seeks decisions with “the greatest possible unanimity.” In other words, as I have said before, everyone will get together and then invent new ways of offending God, which they will, in turn, pass off as “a new way of doing church” or some such nonsense.
The organizers were quick to deny that this means “parliamentary” voting, but immediately added that the result should be “a clear increase in democratic culture.”
Okay, so let me get this straight: we aren’t going to vote on matters of faith. We are going to vote on matters of faith. Makes perfect sense. To the rotten, syphilitic synodal mind, I guess.
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