Sacrilege – Ecclesiastical Freemasonry

Fresh from encouraging the irate members of her pro-abortion coven to commit acts of violence and vandalism, Nancy Pelosi arrived in Rome a few days ago. A significant appointment on her agenda was celebrating the feast of Sts Peter and Paul by committing yet another egregious act of sacrilege at St Peter’s.

Although reports say that it was not the Pope who distributed the Eucharist to Pelosi, Bergoglio himself was in attendance at the Mass.

Previously, Pelosi had spoken at an event at the US Embassy in Rome, calling to mind one of her favourite rhetorical devices: invoking demonic spirituality (cloaked in Catholic imagery) to insult the Trinity.

Before the Mass, Pelosi had a talk with Bergoglio, at which she apparently received a blessing from him. After that, Pelosi went to a Francis-fave, the Sant’Egidio Community, and later handed over $25,000 in US-taxpayer money to the charity.

Perhaps the pontiff had run his new encyclical by Pelosi during their meeting. Part of it could have been written just for her:

” … everyone is invited to the supper of the wedding of the Lamb (Rev 19: 9). To be admitted to the feast all that is required is the wedding garment of faith which comes from the hearing of his Word (cf. Rom 10:17).” {Emphasis added.}

This novel take on admittance to the Holy Eucharist, seemed to have appealed to Pelosi. After all, during her address at the US Embassy, she remarked:

“Faith is an important gift, not everyone has it but it is the path to so many other things.”

A path to other things? Like that wide ol’ road to hell, Nancy?

Sounds a bit sleazy, doesn’t it? Well, not if you’re in the business of selling off valuable sacred objects as happened recently in country Victoria.

Ballarat’s Bishop Paul Bird decided to sell off one of the Diocese’s prized possessions – well, it obviously wasn’t that highly prized – the lovely old St Joseph’s church at Learmonth.

Apparently the Tabernacle went for the bargain price of only $900. Imagine that.

One’s blood is still boiling. That invaluable structure which held Our Lord’s Sacred Body for almost 150 years is now most likely a drinks cabinet in some entrepreneur’s man cave or worse, is being used for some nefarious purpose by satanists.

Have these bishops no shame at all?

That reminds me of a little joke, actually.

It’s a bit grim.

Do you get it?

Now maybe I’m being too cynical.

Perhaps a reader will let me know that a rigid young priest bought the tabernacle as he’s trying to tradify his basketball court of a sanctuary before the next Motu Proprio is released.

We live in hope.

The lovely old building was flogged off on December 7th, just one day before the end of the Year of St Joseph. At least some of its artefacts, including a statue of St Joseph, have ended up in a Melbourne church, which is something, I suppose, as the church is a Catholic one. Did the parish priest have to pay for those, I wonder?

…. or a Tabernacle that’s about to be sold off to the highest bidder? (Or maybe it’s that Cranmer pool-table in the foreground.)

It wouldn’t be a surprise, if he did have to pay. The Diocese of Ballarat, which formerly owned St Joseph’s, has had money problems for some time. That’s what tends to happen when dioceses cover up the sexual abuse of children for decades then follow it up by convincing Catholics that Mass isn’t important anymore. The encore to such a performance is usually episcopal pearl-rattling when the finance department realises that without all those pious posteriors on seats, a diocese soon becomes insolvent.

Admittedly, St Joseph’s five parishioners were sad to see their church closed and sold off. One of them valiantly exercised the virtue of hope by suggesting that the building should become an art gallery.

And yes, that is, in fact, allowed under Canon Law, which states that a Church may be sold to someone who will not use it for any sordid reason.

Then again, that would depend on what kind of art is being displayed there, wouldn’t it?

After she was buried the priest came in—I was there alone. I don’t think he saw me—and took out the altar stone and put it in his bag; then he burned the wads of wool with the holy oil and threw the ash outside; he emptied the holy water stoop and blew out the lamp in the sanctuary, and left the tabernacle open, as though from now on it was always to be Good Friday. I suppose none of this makes any sense to you, Charles, poor agnostic. I stayed there till he was gone, and then, suddenly, there wasn’t any chapel there any more, just an oddly decorated room.
Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited

Tag: Sacrilege

Pelosi receives Communion at the Vatican

Psst. Wanna buy a used Tabernacle?