ROME 25/5– Days 46: anniversary day

This warm sunny day, the sun rose to make it so at 5:38. Cooling will commence in earnest at 20:37.

The Ave Maria bell is in the 21:00 cycle.

It is the feast of St. Philip Neri, my great friend and patron. His body is not far from where I type this, less than five minutes if I hit the green light to get across the Corso. I stopped into the Chiesa Nuova this morning after my own Mass.

Today I celebrated Mass for my parents.

Yesterday I celebrated Mass for all my benefactors.

Tomorrow I will say for all my ROMAN donors.

It is such an awesome grace to be able to offer Mass for intention which God’s understands better than I, little priest.

One of The Parish’s many reliquaries of St. Philp.

St. Philip is Co-Patron of Rome with St. Peter.

This is how The World’s Best Sacristan™ put out my vestments today.

Off to visit St. Philip’s tomb in the Chiesa Nuova.

Today they took of the grate in front of the tomb.

How I love the light in Rome at this time of year.  It is so hard to leave.

Supper tonight with The Great Roman™ a friend now of “the years of Jesus”, one of the most honorable men I have every known.

We split a first.   Frankly, we ordered one thing and they brough another, but it worked out.

Which rombo is mine?

Elle Effe… they do a good job.  I have a feeling that they are slightly better organized during the day than the evening.  However when “cook” is on, he’s on.  He was on tonight.

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WDTPRS: (1962MR) Mass Prayers “Pro seipso sacerdote – For the priest himself”

This time of year many new priests are being ordained and, consequently, many priests observe their own anniversaries.

In the traditional, Vetus Ordo of the Roman Rite a priest can add orations “for himself… Pro seipso sacerdote, on the anniversary of his ordination.  If it is a feast of a saint, as it is today (St. Phili Neri), the orations are said under one conclusion.

I must confess that I add them on other days too.  I just need to.

The 2002MR has three formularies Pro seipso sacerdote while the 1962MR has but one (which really is enough).

Let’s look at the prayer in the Vetus Ordo, the Roman Rite:

COLLECT (1962MR):

Omnípotens et miséricors Deus, humilitátis meae preces benígnus inténde: et me fámulum tuum, quem, nullis suffragántibus méritis, sed imménsa cleméntiae tuae largitáte, caeléstibus mystériis servíre tribuísti, dignum sacris altáribus fac minístrum; ut, quod mea voce deprómitur, tua sanctificatióne firmétur.

SLAVISHLY LITERAL VERSION:

Almighty and merciful God, kindly hark to the prayers of my humility: and make me, Your servant, whom, no merits of my own favoring me but by the immense largess of your indulgence, You granted to serve the heavenly mysteries, to be a worthy minister at the sacred altars; so that, that which is called down by my voice, may be made sure by Your sanctification.

The prayer focuses on priest’s self-awareness of his lowliness.  Who he is and what he does is from God’s grace and choice, not his own.

It also emphasis the relationship of the priest to the altar, that is, the bond of the priest and Holy Mass.  Priests are ordained for sacrifice.

No priest, no sacrifice, no Mass, no Eucharist.

In the older form of Holy Mass, during the Roman Canon after the consecration at the Suppplices te rogamus… the priest bends low over the altar. He puts his hands on it.  They, his hands and the altar, were anointed with Sacred Chrism.  He kisses the altar.  Then he makes signs of the Cross over the consecrated Host on the corporal, over the Precious Blood in the chalice, and over himself.

Christ is Victim.  Christ is Priest.  The priest is victim and priest at the same time.

This moment during Holy Mass reveals his mysterious bond with the altar, where the priest sacrifices the victim.  Sacrificial victim and sacrificing priest are one. At the altar he is alter Christus, another Christ, offering and offered.

In regard to the Sacred Chrism and ordination, a few years ago I heard the sermon of His Excellency, Most Rev. Robert C. Morlino of Madison – deeply missed, rest in peace – at the ordination of priests.  He made the recommendation that, in hard times, the men should put a drop of Chrism on their hands, and rub it in, to remind them of who they are.

What also comes to mind, in considering the bond of priest and altar and victim upon it, is the Augustinian reflection of the speaker of the Word and the Word spoken, and the message and reality of the Word and the Voice which speaks it.

The voice of the priest and the priest himself are merely the means God uses in the sacred action, the sacramental mysteries at the altar, to renew in that moment what He has wrought.

Finally, this is done through mercy.  The words misericors, clementia, largitas, benignus all point to the mercy of God.

The priest speaks and God makes what he speaks reality.

He takes the priest’s insubstantial words and makes them firm and real.

He takes unworthy men, priests, and gives them His own power.

The priest must get himself out of the way when he is at the altar, where the True Actor is in action, Christ the Eternal and High Priest.

This is why ad orientem worship is so important.

I think that there is little chance of a renewal of Eucharistic faith and piety in the Church without ad orientem worship and without the slow but sure elimination of Communion on the hand.

It leaves me astonished, but not surprised, that some bishops fight this.  I suspect I am pretty safe in assuming that they neither know nor have celebrated the older, Vetus Ordo.

The Vetus Ordo teaches us a lot about priests, who they are and what they are for.  That’s not wanted by many today.  They want something different.

SECRET (1962MR):

Huius, Dómine, virtúte sacraménti, peccatórum meórum máculas abstérge: et praesta; ut ad exsequéndum injúncti offícii ministérium, me tua grátia dignum effíciat.

SLAVISHLY LITERAL VERSION:

O Lord, by the power of this sacrament, cleanse the stains of my sins: and grant; that it may make me worthy by Your grace unto the performance of the ministry of the office that has been imposed.

Priests are sinners in need of a Savior just like everyone else.

They confess their own sins and receive absolution from a priest like everyone else.

They, too, must do penance for past sins like everyone else.

They, while coming to the altar as alter Christus, come to the altar as sinners.  There is only one perfect one.

In the older Vetus Ordo of Holy Mass, the priest is constantly reminded about who he is and who he isn’t.  In the newer form?  Not so much.

In this Secret, spoken quietly, the priest prays for what only God can do: remove the stains of sins from his soul.

The prayer brings also to mind the burden of the yoke of the priesthood, symbolized by the priestly vestment, the chasuble.  Whatever its shape, the chasuble is a sign of the priest’s subjugation.

As the priest puts on this most visible of his vestments, he traditionally prays,

“O Lord, Who said: My yoke is easy and My burden light: grant that I may bear it well and follow after You with thanksgiving. Amen.”

The yoke is the ancient sign of subjugation. The ancient Romans caused the conquered to pass under a yoke, iugum.

This attitude of the priest at the altar, formed by the prayer and the very vestment he wears, can teach us a great deal about the nature and design of all the things that we employ for the celebration of Mass.

POSTCOMMUNION (1962MR):

Omnípotens sempitérne Deus, qui me peccatórem sacris altáribus astáre voluísti, et sancti nóminis tui laudáre poténtiam: concéde propítius, per hujus sacraménti mystérium, meórum mihi véniam peccatórum; ut tuae majestáti digne mérear famulári.

SLAVISHLY LITERAL VERSION:

Almighty eternal God, who desired me, a sinner, to stand at the sacred altars, and to praise the might of Your Holy Name: propitiously grant, through the mystery of this sacrament, the forgiveness for me of my sins; so that I may merit to wait upon Your majesty.

On the day of ordination the priest lies down upon the floor.

He is, in that moment, part of the floor.

He is the lowest thing in the church.

Consider two sets of contrasts.

First, there is the contrast of the low state of the servant sinner and the majesty of God.

Second, there is the present moment contrasted with the future to come.

Majestas is like gloria, Hebrew kabod or Greek doxa, a divine characteristic which – some day – we may encounter in heaven in such a way that we will be transformed by it forever and forever.  When Moses encountered God in the cloud on the mountain and in the tent, he came forth with a face shining so brightly that he had to wear a veil.  This is a foreshadowing of the transformative power of God’s majestas which he will share with the saints in heaven.

The priest waits upon majestas.

He waits on it, in that he awaits it.  And he waits upon it.  He serves it, like a waiting waiter, he serves it out as well.  He also desires it for his own future.  But in the present moment he waits upon it as a servant.  He is an attendant, in every sense.  He is one who waits and he is one who waits.

May God have mercy on all priests, sinner servants, attendant on the unmerited grace and gifts of the Victim Priest and Savior.

May God have mercy on me, a sinner.

Pray for me, a sinner.

Daily Prayer for Priests

O Almighty Eternal God, look upon the face of Thy Christ, and for the love of Him who is the Eternal High Priest, have pity on Thy priests. Remember, O most compassionate God, that they are but weak and frail human beings. Stir up in them the grace of their vocation which is in them by the imposition of the bishop’s hands. Keep them close to Thee, lest the Enemy prevail against them, so that they may never do anything in the slightest degree unworthy of their sublime vocation.

O Jesus, I pray Thee for Thy faithful and fervent priests; for Thy unfaithful and tepid priests; for Thy priests laboring at home or abroad in distant mission fields; for Thy tempted priests; for Thy lonely and desolate priests; for Thy young priests; for Thy aged priests; for Thy sick priests, for Thy dying priests; for the souls of Thy priests in Purgatory.

But above all I commend to Thee the priests dearest to

 me; the priest who baptized me; the priests who absolved me from my sins; the priests at whose Masses I assisted, and who gave me Thy Body and Blood in Holy Communion; the priests who taught and instructed me, or helped and encouraged me; all the priests to whom I am indebted in any other way, particularly N. O Jesus, keep them all close to Thy Heart, and bless them abundantly in time and in eternity. Amen.

IMPRIMATUR
+Robert C. Morlino, Bishop of Madison, 6 September 2018

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26 May 1991: 34th anniversary of ordination – Trinity Sunday and St. Philip Neri

Booklet for the Mass

Many priests observe the anniversary of their ordination at this time of year. It is a common time for ordinations, probably because Ember Days were common times for ordinations and Ember Days fall during the Pentecost Octave.

In any event, today is my turn.  Today is my anniversary of ordination, 34 years ago, by St. John Paul II in St. Peter’s Basilica.  That might make me a 2nd class relic.

When this date rolls around, I usually say to myself:

“Well… I made it this far.”

And so begins the 34th year.  I’ve now been a priest longer than the earthly Jesus.

On 26 May 1991, the Feast of St. Philip Neri, it was also Trinity Sunday.

It is a wonderful synchronicity that The Parish™ in Rome to which I am so attached, is both the place of St. Philip Neri’s great work and also in honor of the Most Holy Trinity.

It was a perfect Roman May day.

I got up that morning, ate breakfast, said my prayers, and walked alone across town to the basilica, where I entered through the main doors with the rest of the crowd. After that, however, I went to the right, to the nave near the Pietà, where we ordinands vested and waited for the Holy Father. My family members came separately from a different part of town. They had special tickets which brought them very close to the altar.  St. Theresa of Calcutta was there, just in front of where my folks sat.

Since we were 60 in number, and from many countries, the basilica was absolutely jammed with people from all over the world who had come for the ordinations, probably some 50k.

You have not experienced the Litany of Saints until you have heard it sung by that many people in a space like that.

I arranged for my grandmother, a convert to Catholicism in her 80’s, to receive Communion from the Holy Father, St. John Paul.

I often wonder what happened to the other men with whom I was ordained. I only knew a few of them personally, since I had been at the Lateran University with them.

It was the first year that the Iron Curtain was raised a bit.  A few men were permitted out Romania to come to Rome to be ordained by the Pope. There were some Opus Dei guys ordained with us.  Another of the group was John Corapi of the SOLT group, though I didn’t know him at the time. Pray for him.  One priest was ordained for the Archdiocese of Southwark in England. I know that one fellow is now a bishop in Haiti.  Last February he was injured in an explosion but is recovering.

This day, especially when I review some of these videos and think about what has happened between then and now, underscores the fact that God doesn’t choose men who are worthy. He chooses those whom it pleases Him to choose.

I ask for your prayers today and in an ongoing way for my cares, my health, and my future.  Pray for canceled priests.

And please, in a special way, pray for the mother of a priest, my own.

The sermon from the Mass. The sermon is in Italian and the text is HERE.

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I really miss him.

Here are some excerpts from the broadcast of the ordination, which was on national television in Italy.  We have the interrogation, litany and the prayer (form).

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Imposition of hands.

 

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ROME 25/5– Days 45: Pilgrimage to the Holy Door

On this beautiful Sunday, when Pope Leo took possession of the Cathedral of Rome, the sun rose at 5:39 and it set at 20:36.

The Ave Maria Bell would have rung at 21:00

Today is the feast of Gregory VII, Venerable Bede and Maria Magdalena de’ Pazzi… and it is the 5th Sunday after Easter in the more venerable and not pazzo calendar.

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Today was The Parish™ pilgrimage for the Jubilee … which maybe is starting to pick up a little… to St. Peter’s and its Holy Door.   It was sunny and very warm today, so we really got heated up, but a large crowd of parishioners came, impressive.

I might try to assemble some videos people send (if they are not all in the pernicious vertical orientation which makes them hard to deal with).

All along the way we sang the Litany and other things all in Latin.  Many gawkers took photos of us.

Just behind me is where I lay prostrate on the floor during the Litany of Saints exactly 34 years ago… tomorrow!

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Your Sunday Sermon Notes – 5th Sunday after Easter 2025 (N.O. 6th Sunday of Easter)

Too many people today are without good, strong preaching, to the detriment of all. Share the good stuff.

It is the 6th Sunday of Easter in the Novus Ordo and the 5th Sunday after Easter in the Vetus Ordo.

Was there a GOOD point made in the sermon you heard at your Sunday Mass of obligation?

Tell about attendance especially for the Traditional Latin Mass.

Any local changes or (hopefully good) news?

I have a few thoughts about the orations in the Vetus Ordo for this Sunday: HERE

A taste:

[…]

The dedicated, self-reflective Christian doesn’t let the Word (aka Christ) go in one ear and out the other.  The Christian strives to take a firm grip on the Word and make it his own. We eat the bread from the good crops God protects and transform it into our bone and flesh.  On a deeper level, the Word (aka Christ) isn’t what we, as the agents of transformation, change into ourselves.  The Word is the change agent that transforms us more and more into what He is, more manifest images of God in whose likeness we are made.   This is true of the Word, Christ, in Holy Scripture as it is true of the Word in the Eucharist.   If we are professed Christians who are not actively striving to be transformed by the Word, we are not true to ourselves or true to the Word.

[…]

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ROME 25/5– Days 43-44: double dip and video

This morning the sun was on time to rise at 5:40. The sun was similarly punctual in setting at 20:35.

We don’t know about the Ave Maria Bell for the Curia, since they don’t ring it, but it ought to have rung at 21:00.

Today is the Feast of Our Lady, Help of Christians.

Today is also the “World Day of Prayer for the Church in China”.

Yesterday was the Feast of a wonderful saint, and important for The Parish™, St. Giovanni Battista de Rossi (+1764). He was entombed beneath the altar of one of the side chapels for a long time, until a church was built in his honor on the periphery of Rome. His body was translated there. However, the side chapel and tomb are still sacred and relics, by the fact that the saints body was there.   Right now that side of the church is in scaffolding for cleaning and restoration.   St. Philip Neri’s altar is also there, so the devotions that began today had to be at the main altar.

To bring you into the life of The Parish™ a bit, I made this little video.   I tried to incorporate some pages of the booklet so you could at least here and there follow the litany, prayers and hymn.  A triduum has begun in anticipation of the Feast of St. Philip Neri.

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Here’s the hymn.  I’m sure you will sing along!

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A couple shots of the altar of today’s saint from last year:

Another painting but in a different church:

A reliquary with relics of saints who have been here or were involved with the Archconfraternity.

Note also St. Joseph and the House of Loreto.

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From “The Private Diary of Bishop F. Atticus McButterpants” – 25-04-16 – Meeting about updating liturgy in the diocese

EDITOR’S NOTE: This entry seemed particularly apropos, given today’s news of the cruelty of the Bishop of Charlotte, NC.

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16 April 2025

Dear Diary,

Today was the sort of day that makes you long for an undisclosed sabbatical and a lot of Crown Royal.  It was about that draft on “Liturgical Unity and Contemporary Expression” from Dozer* that Vice and McSwiney have been pushing at me because according to them “its what Rome wants”.  My old chum Dozer did something like this over in Pie Town and now that he’s on the bishops liturgy committee he’s throwing his weight around the state kinda onimously.  So I get the priests of the diocese gathered for what was billed as a “fraternal consultation” but before that I asked Fr. Tommy to do me a favor and ask around a little, spread a rumor here and there about the draft so that it would be pretty dead when I got everyone in the room.  I’m not into this stuff, but sheesh, the draft is like a grudge against… beauty?  “Ad oriwhazit”… the “back to the people” thing is too “directional” which is kinda the point, Latin is too “exclusionary” which it kinda is, lace “antiquated and feminine” which is hard to disagree with, bells “auditory clutter” which I don’t get ’cause I like them, birettas “costume drama” – big deal, it’s a hat, and black vestments are “macabre”, every other word is “pastoral” which is a load of crap, of course.  I’m not much into those things.  Fun once in a while.  But they make a lot of people happy and that counts!  Collections count too!

The draft wants what Bp. Jude when I asked him called “a mass deforestation of anything remotely traditional” and that it would make liturgies look like hotel conference meetings.  “But go ahead and try, if that’s what you really want.  It sure would be courageous.  You’ll enjoy the fallout.”  He’s knows me, darn him.

I didn’t know what to do. Frankly, I’d rather do a Chester and EAT a biretta than get between the chancery ideologues, the McSwiney** crowd, and Fr. Tommy and the younger guys with their maniples. So, I punted. “Let’s hear from the presbyterate,” I said, hoping they’d just handle it for me like a liturgical jury and get me off the hook.

Well, they did. Ninety percent at least, more probly – even Fr. Jerry who once held a yoga retreat in the sanctuary said a firm “nope”. Chad “Jazz Hands” Mallory stood up and rejected it outright saying that, yeah, he sort of agrees with the goal but right now it would tear things apart. Fr. Axel, who’s so progressive he tried to baptize a rescue ferret last year, stood up and said, “This is neither pastoral nor sensible. It’s just ugly.”  Naturally “Just Call Me Bruce”*** was all for it but he was glared into retreat by the boys.

Fr. Tommy, God bless him and the young guys, they did their work.

Ah, yes—the sandwiches for the meeting. Who decided on humus and elfalfa sprouts? Msgr. Hubble took a bite and whispered to me “This tastes like penance.” Fr. Biggins, who’s been on a diet since Vatican I, tossed his into a ficus pot.

In the end, I walked out relieved, though starving, and fully aware Dozer will be on me soon. I’ll practice my deep listening face, as Sr. Randi calls it, and take him out to Razzo’s for some shrimp scampi.

This should all blow over by the September convocation.

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*Bp. Antuninu “Dozer” Ruspe is in the neighboring Diocese of Pie Town. +F. Atticus often copies what his old classmate Dozer does to his parishes.  Not called “Dozer” for nothing, he consolidated in a program called “That They May All Be One”.

**Msgr McSwiney is rector of “Spirit and Truth” Cathedral.

***Fr. “Just Call Me Bruce” Hugalot is community animator (“pastor) at Sing A New Faith Community Into Being Faith Community.

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Items of interest

I bring to your attention something I found which was uplifting: An American tale with an American pope It’ll take just a few seconds to read.

Next, Jesuits (who else) pray to … wait for it… the demon “Pachamama”.  HERE

On March 31, Jesuits in a region of Spain issued a brochure in celebration of ‘Mother Earth Day’ which featured a prayer to the pagan ‘god’ pachamama.

This is lunatic stuff, but it is dangerous lunacy, because it invokes a demon.

Next, there is a lunatic in Rome who says that the “Catholics of Rome” have to have a “conclave” to elect a legitimate Pope.  This fellow has been around for quite a while promoting for himself some seriously loony things.  If it weren’t so pathetic, it might have a funny side.  HERE (but if you have a lot to do, don’t bother).

Next, Raymond Arroyo and Robert Royal and Fr. Gerald Murray have coagulated for another video under the title of the “Prayerful” Posse (rather than “Papal”… I’m guess that there are copyright issues with EWTN).   They talk about Pope Leo XIV (pace the goofball in the post, above).  HERE.  This is worth some time.

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ROME 25/5– Day 42: elegant but low impact

I’m happy to report that the sun did rise over Rome at 5:41 and that it did set at 20:33. However I was in my bedroom for the first and in a restaurant for the later (where I ran into the “windy cardinal” in lay clothes with another cardinal in mufti). We were not far from the prosciutto carving rack with its severely sharp long knife, but there wasn’t time to chat.  He locked eyes for a moment and surely knew he’d been recognized, so they brushed by and slithered onto the rain dampened cobbles to vanish up the Via Pollarola.  Chickens.  Namely… the street name refers to the fact that chickens were once sold there.  My barber is also in that street, who has multiple sharp objects.  For cutting hair.

The Ave Maria Bell was to be rung at 21:00. Notice the change?

BTW… the prosciutto remark refers to the fact that the first really sweet melons are coming now and we are getting prosciutto e melone. It’s an anticipation of Heaven.   It helps to slice prosciutto very thin.

Speaking of instruments of work.

THAT knife is a clue that some water critter is about to arrive.

I met German friend, long time read and donor, tonight for supper.  We both agreed that lunch supper lunch supper lunch supper was getting to us, so we opted for elegant but low impact.

We both had the same thing.  The heavy part was the conversation.

And… at The Parish™, The Pastor™ doing what needs to be done before evening Mass.

And walking home.

For supper we had wine, but as I was eating I thought, “Wow, this would be great with BEER from Norcia!”

I’m too tired to write about chess.

Just buy some beer, please.

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From “The Private Diary of Bishop F. Atticus McButterpants” – 25-04-21: Receiving news that the Pope died

EDITOR’S NOTE:  Over the last few weeks, I have met readers who have come to Rome. Several have asked me how Bp. Fatty has been, since there haven’t been any entries from his diary.  Dear readers, I can’t provide what I don’t have!  “I can’t make bricks without straw!”  The source had to go back to her native place for a while due to a family emergency.  The good news is that she is back. Select pages are again coming over the digital transom.  There’s a lot of backlog, but for obvious reasons she sent some of the more recent pages.

April 21, 2025

Dear Diary,

Pope Francis has gone to his eternal reward.  At least I hope reward.  I sincerely pray for him.  I always had the feeling that he was maybe kinda a little out of his depth… kinda like me, truth be told to you, Dear Diary, but different of course.  You have to like a lot of things F did but he could come off as pretty scary and grouchy.  That isn’t me at all.  Fr. Tommy gave me the news via a really late early phone call.   I could hear a lot of laughter and happy noises in the far background and I suspect there might have been a bit of that LagOfVilin he likes, something.  Tastes like an ashtray, to me. T apologized for being snarky when he said he hoped St. Peter asks him to explain “footnote three hunderd” something. Whatever that is.  A movie?

Here’s the weird thing.  I was already awake for Fr T’s call! Chester – I swear that dog has supernatural powers started howling just before the phone rang.  I’m talking to T and there’s this crash sound in the living room. T hanged up and I rolled into the living room.  There he is, chewing up the frame and photo of THE POPE I had on the wall by the bookcase.  How he got it down I’ll never know.  I guess Chester was ready for a new Pope.

What I’m praying for now is a Pope who isn’t so moody, or at least comes with a user manual.  Jesuit, right? Those interviews and remarks created endless HEADACHES for us bishops with people asking what the hell he meant by this or that.  It was enough to cause panic attacks.  And all the beeess about the old Latin Mass. ULCERS.  Is that what Tommy was talking about?  I want a guy who smiles a lot and maybe doesn’t do much.  They tell me there is an Italian cardinal named Pizzabama who’d be good.  With a name like that I’m all in! Maybe he could throw in a Marian year every now to give us a good reason to go to Rome for a couple weeks.  Devotions. Pizza. Wine. Devotions. More Pizza!  Viva Papa Pizza!

I didn’t much sleep after that with different bishops and old friends calling.  Father Gilbert walked into my office this morning in full black morning attire – HA ! my little joke – morning! – but he seemed really sad. He even refused his usual hazelnut coffee. This is serious, I thoughtI had him find reasons to dodge the calls from the local newsies all day long.  But G isn’t T.  Which reminds me of a good gin and tonic.  I hope the dodges worked.

Today would have been easier with Fr T here.  Why did I do that, anyway?

So it’s another Pope.  Who knows what this time.  Some calm for a while.  After all, I’m getting older and frankly Franky – heh – made a lot of unnecessary problems for us, even when we were pretty much on board.  Is that too much to ask?

Until then, I remain in hopeful morning, mood helped by some spiffy cake.  Some of the ladies of the Ladies Sodality of something at saint wherever left some sheet cake after a thing here.  They still have those groups!  It has cherry frosting.  Chester’s vacyuming up the crumbs in the kitchen.  HAH! DESSERT!

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