Cdl. Cupich bans Institute of Christ the King from saying public Masses, confessions in Chicago

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Detailed account.

Featured ImageICKSP (Institute of Christ the King Soverign Priest) Clergy and faithful in adoration outside their Chicago church, July 31, 2022.

Keith Armato, a prominent Chicago Catholic layman involved with the Institute,

. . . had read the letter of Cardinal Cupich announcing the suspension of the ICKSP priests as of August 1 [and had] explained to LifeSite that the reason for this suspension is that the Institute could not, in their conscience, sign a document presented to them by Cupich.

In that document, which contains several points, the ICKSP priests were asked to sign that the Novus Ordo Mass is the only true expression of the Roman rite, thereby rejecting the traditional Roman rite.

Among other things, the priests were also asked to accept that they would have to ask the archbishop for permission to celebrate the traditional Latin Mass, and that this permission…

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Southern Maryland parish forbidden to offer traditional Latin Mass after investing in quarter million dollar renovation and decoration for the purpose

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A way to show U.S. complainers who’s boss:

By means of draconian cruelty they have been officially forbidden to pray as they desire according to their Catholic patrimony in their own church. This compliments of the hierarchy that boasts of mercy, Synodality, compassion, seeking the margins, listening, accepting everyone, rejecting no one, diversity.

Lies.

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Ten Things You Miss by Going to the Traditional Latin Mass, in which the Liturgy Guy has it all . . .

It’s in the category of things I wish I’d written so well.

Opening lines:

In the 1999 comedy Office Space, lead character Peter Gibbons (played by actor Ron Livingston) is interviewed by a pair of consultants hired by his employer to assess personnel. In one of the film’s more famous scenes, the consultants ask Peter about recent absences from work:

Bob Porter: Looks like you’ve been missing a lot of work lately, Peter.

Peter Gibbons: Well, I wouldn’t exactly say I’ve been “missing” it, Bob.

It is in that same vein that I present this list of ten things you will “miss” by going to the Traditional Latin Mass.

Just a few for openers:

  1. Altar girls. Look all you want, you won’t find them. As the justification for this modern innovation comes from the 1983 Code of Canon Law and a 1994 clarification from Rome, the traditional Rite (using the 1962 liturgical books & norms) does not permit for them.
  2. Lay readers. Only the priest (at a Low Mass), or deacon and subdeacon (at a High Mass) can read the Lesson & Gospel, as this function is, of course, a liturgical function. In fact, prior to their elimination by Pope Paul VI in 1972, minor orders included that of lector for this very purpose.
  3. Extraordinary Ministers of Holy Communion. Or as they are sometimes erroneously called, Eucharistic ministers. Nowhere in the traditional Roman Rite will you find armies of laity (often female) storming the sanctuary in secular clothing to assist with the distribution of Holy Communion. When you assist (i.e. attend) at the traditional Mass you will only receive Our Eucharistic Lord from the consecrated hands of a priest.

For the rest go to this (liturgy) guy’s posting arena. He’s a gem.

Battle is o’er, hell’s armies flee, sang British Catholics in the ’30s and ’40s

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Hymn translated by Ronald Knox, one of many which he translated for the Westminster Hymnal in the late ’30s.

The very forcefulness of it would never pass in a church of today. (Here repeated as a much-loved post.)

Finita jam sunt proelia
Battle is o’er, hell’s armies flee;
Raise we the cry of victory
With abounding joy resounding, alleluia.
Christ, who endured the shameful tree,
O’er death triumphant welcome we,
Our adoring praise outpouring, alleluia.
On the third morn from death rose he,
Clothed with what light in heaven shall be,
Our unswerving faith deserving, alleluia.
Hell’s gloomy gates yield up their key,
Paradise door thrown wide we see;
Never-tiring be our choiring, alleluia.
Lord, by the stripes men laid on thee,
Grant us to live from death set free,
This our greeting still repeating, alleluia.
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Simphonia Sirenum, 1695, translated by R.A.Knox
Westminster Hymnal, 1939
It’s joyful…

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The “old Mass” out of bounds for a pope. Any pope. You don’t have to be a fiddler on a roof to know it’s TRADITION.

Banning it is a no-no.

“Pope Benedict did not “allow” the “old Mass,” and he granted no privilege to celebrate it. In a word, he did not take a disciplinary measure that a successor can retract. What was new and surprising about [his] Summorum Pontificum was that it declares that the celebration of the old Mass does not need any permission. It had never been forbidden because it never could be forbidden.

One could conclude that here we find a fixed, insuperable limit to the authority of a pope. Tradition stands above the pope. The old Mass, rooted deep in the first Christian millennium, is as a matter of principle beyond the pope’s authority to prohibit.”

It’s in the category of what no man can tear asunder.

Prayer for those who at least now and then think they are great stuff

O my most humble Jesus, who for love of me humbled yourself and become obedient unto the death of the Cross, how dare I appear before you and call myself your follower when I see myself so proud that I cannot bear a single slight without resenting it!

How, indeed, can I be proud, when by my sins I have so often deserved to be cast into the abyss of hell! O Jesus, meek and humble of heart, help me and make me like you. You, for love of me, bore so many insults and injuries. I, for love of you, will bear slights and humiliations patiently. But you see, O Jesus, how proud I am in my thoughts, how disdainful in my words, how ambitious in my deeds.

Grant me true humility of heart and a clear knowledge of my own nothingness. May I, for love of you, rejoice at being despised and feel no resentment when others are preferred before me. Let me not be filled with pride when I am praised, but seek only to be great in your sight and to please you in all things. Amen.

Remember, thou art dust . . .

. . . and unto dust you will return. A salutary consideration in the midst of things.

And me? Here I was at this time yesterday, compliments of Deacon Paul, so generous with the ashes:

AND: He gave out the time-honored “Remember” thing, which not all ash-givers have done for me, instead “Jesus loves you” or some happy variation of that in tune with watered-down post-Vatican 2 over the decades.

St. David of Wales in all his glory

And why not? It’s his feast day!

Born to the Welsh royalty, the son of King Sandde, Prince of Powys, and of Saint Non, the daughter of a chieftain of Menevia (western Wales). Grandson of Ceredig, Prince of Cardigan. Uncle of King Arthur. Priest. Studied under Saint Paul Aurelian. Worked with Saint Columbanus, Saint Gildas the Wise, and Saint Finnigan. Missionary and founder of monasteries.

Following his contribution to the synod of Brevi in Cardiganshire, he was chosen primate of the Cambrian Church. Archbishopof Caerleon on Usk, he moved the see to Menevia. Presided at the Synod of Brefi which condemned the Pelagian heresy. Encouraged and founded monasteries. First to build a chancel to Saint Joseph of Arimathea‘s wattle church at Glastonbury.

After a vision in his monastery in the Rhos Valley, he set out next day with two monks to Jerusalem to aid the Patriarch. While there his preaching converted antiChristians. Legend says that once while he was preaching, a dove descended to his shoulder to show he had the blessings of the Spirit, and that the earth rose to lift him high above the people so that he could be heard by them all. Another time when was preaching to a crowd at Llandewi Brefi, people on the outer edges could not hear, so he spread a handkerchief on the ground, stood on it, and the ground beneath rose up in a pillar so all could hear.

Whence comes such another?

As Lent approaches, we may ask how important is fasting.

Very, said an 18th-century pope:

Pope Benedict the Fourteenth, alarmed at the excessive facility wherewith dispensation were then obtained, renewed, by a solemn Constitution, (dated June 10, 1745,) the prohibition of eating fish and meat, at the same meal, on fasting days.

The same Pope, whose spirit of moderation has never been called in question, had no sooner ascended the Papal Throne, than he addressed an Encyclical Letter to the Bishops of the Catholic world, expressing his heartfelt grief at seeing the great relaxation that was introduced among the Faithful by indiscreet and unnecessary dispensations.

The Letter is dated May 30th, 1741. We extract from it the following passage:

The observance of Lent is the very badge of the Christian warfare. By it, we prove ourselves not to be enemies of the Cross of Christ. By it, we avert the scourges of divine justice. By it, we gain strength against the princes of darkness, for it shields us with heavenly help.

Should mankind grow remiss in their observance of Lent, it would be a detriment to God’s glory, a disgrace to the Catholic religion, and a danger to Christian souls. Neither can it be doubted . . . that such negligence would become the source of misery to the world, of public calamity, and of private woe.

To be noted is the language of the day by a pontiff of the day, this warfare business and the like. But equally noteworthy is that “detriment to God’s glory,” with focus on what’s owed God as opposed to our familiar focus, on what’s good for us.

The new liturgy since after Vatican 2, for instance, leaned over backward to inject language and ritual intended to provide an increased “pastoral” focus, which is not missing from this pope’s message, to be sure.

Nor is what’s owed God missing from today’s official church utterances, while the day-in and day-out tenor and tone and language implies, I think, a more social-service mentality.

That old council maneuvering came as a grim surprise to many a cardinal who voted for liturgical openness . . .

Do not be fooled by the near-unanimity of support, writes Fr. Hunwicke.

“Only four bishops voted against Sacrosanctum Concilium“. Dishonest commentators glibly use this fact to imply that all the changes which were introduced after the Council were enthusiastically mandated by the Council.

Not in a million years. The point is that the vote for SC [the council document on liturgy] would not have been anything like so overwhelming if the Fathers had realised that, as far as the radicals were concerned, they were being dishonestly tricked into signing a blank cheque.

The chief architect of post-council changes, Msgr. Bugnini, at one point telling Pope Paul VI one thing and the commission he ran another. Oh boy.