"Test everything; retain what is good.” (1 Thes 5:21) A laywoman expresses concerns about issues in the Roman Catholic Church to foster positive dialogue by posing and exploring questions.
Please remember that Canon Law says it is not only a right but a duty to question the church. Also, Canon Law provides an over-riding power to the sensus fidelium (sense of the faithful). By this, Canon Law says that if the sensus fidelium (collective of the faithful) reject a law, it is not valid.
Saturday, May 18, 2013
'Twas the Night Before Pentecost
'Twas the night before Pentecost when all through the church
Not a bishop stirred from his cathedral perch.
The reformers were hung out to dry in the air
In hopes they’d just leave in disgust or despair.
The obedient were nestled all snug in their pew
While visions of salvation grew and grew.
And the nuns in their civvies and the pope in his hat
Had just settled nothing so continued their spat.
When out in the world there arose such a clatter
I put down my rosary to see what was the matter.
Away to the newsfeeds I flew like a flash,
Tore open my browser after clearing the cache.
The loon on the cast of the talking head show
Gave the luster of sin to the pelvis and below.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a miniature concern whipped into fear.
With little resemblance to facts or truth
I knew in a moment that it was uncouth.
More rapid than emails God’s Spirit, it came
But the hierarchy said, “This is something to tame.”
"Now bash her, that cancer! Now answer, you vixen!
On dogma, you’re stupid!We’re
fonder of Nixon!"
"You can stop at the kitchen, or clean the church hall!
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!"
"As dry heaves that before wild vomiting hurl,
We’d rather close churches than follow a girl!"
So up to the altar the clerics they flew
With glittering vestments and an empty pew.
And then in a twinkling we heard in the news
The dancing and stalling of episcopal crews.
As we knew in our heads clergy abuses abound
Down came their credibility crashing to the ground.
They were dressed all in silk from their heads to their toes
But their words could have won them Pinocchio’s nose.
A bundle of social doctrine they’d thrown out in the back
And acted like Vatican II was written by a quack.
Their chasubles, how they twinkled! Their preaching, how scary!
Their chalices, how golden!But
of women, they’re wary.
Their droll little quips about women are failin’
Except with Republicans or perhaps Sarah Palin.
A stump of dated biology they hold tight in their mind
Creating smokescreens of canons that restrict and confine.
They have a broad set of rules that seem rather silly
But adhere to them all somewhat willy-nilly.
Some are chubby and plump; Some are jolly; some have wealth
But their culture is imbued with oodles of stealth.
A wink of their eyes and a twist of some facts
Without recourse they can give some people the axe.
But the Spirit speaks not a word just goes straight to its work
Filling the people – even if outside the pews they lurk.
And laying a foundation aligned with Christ’s actions
Gives a disapproving nod, then decries all the factions.
It works night and day, to its “peeps” giving a whistle
And we are all called as stated in Paul’s epistle.
But I heard the Spirit exclaim though it’s always out of sight,
"Happy Pentecost to all and may you all be guided right."
A parody of Clement C. Moore's poem, "The Night Before Christmas"