“Pope Francis made a significant rhetorical break with Catholic tradition Monday by declaring that the theories of evolution and the Big Bang are real,” announced MSBNC reporter Daniel Berger. He is, to excuse him a little, a “policy wonk” who covers politics and whose favorite tv shows are The Rachel Maddow Show,Hardball with Chris Matthews, and Morning Joe — but only a little because a reporter is honor-bound not to make claims when he has no idea what he’s talking about and not cheat with knowledge-feigning words like “arguably” (see below).
Rather than below, simply follow the link and learn all you need to know about media ignorance on all things Catholic.
In a stunning break with centuries of Catholic teaching, Pope Francis announced today that the forces of Gravity and Electromagnetism are real, adding that “God is not a magician with a magic wand.” This is in stark contrast with the teaching of his predecessor, Pope Benedict XVI, whose third Encyclical is entitled “God the Magician: Why Gravity Doesn’t Exist.”
During this address to the Pontifical Academy of the Sciences, Pope Francis rocked the Catholic world, which has been a staunch enemy of science since the Church’s public excommunication, execution, and dismemberment of Galileo in 1633. His statements have been called “progressive” by the liberals in the Church who, contrary to the Catechism of the Council of Trent, deny that every falling object is pulled downward by an angel created for that specific purpose by Jesus and Mother Mary.
“It is not inconsistent with the Catholic faith to believe that matter warps space-time,” Pope Francis stated, “such that objects that would normally have travelled in a straight line would bend their path along this curvature and even fall toward the heavier object.” This is a direct contradiction of the teaching of Doctor of the Church St. Bonaventure, who proved through Aristotelian philosophy that objects are attracted toward one another through Love of God and neighbor.
On my way home tonight, I drove past a field filled with goats and few sheep.
I don’t know how familiar you are with them, but sheep aren’t all that bright. In fact, they’re pretty stupid and they can smell pretty bad especially if you get them wet. They’re also pretty docile, and tend to go along faithfully to wherever the shepherd leads them.
Goats, on the other hand, are clever but destructive. They will chew up and destroy everything in their path without much thought. They’re smarter than is probably good for them, and can get into all kinds of mischief if they’re not protected from themselves.
Know what Texans use to protect flocks from the outside world that wants to devour them?
Read the rest and find out... but allow me to say positive light is shed on jackasses which, as a special sort of jackass, is personally comforting.
Best advice I've seen yet for those whining about the happenings at the Family Synod comes our way via Jennifer Fitz:
If you find yourself stuck on the grumpy loop, rehashing over and again the failings of Cardinal Clueless or Father Frustrating, pray for him as if he were dying.
That’s right. Imagine your nemesis on his deathbed, about to face his eternal reward, and pray as if his very soul were at stake. If you are correct in perceiving just how far he has strayed from his vocation, then his eternal soul truly is in grave danger even now. And if you’ve somewhat over-imagined the peril, the poor man needs all the prayers he can get, what with having to put up with the likes of you.
Jennifer suggests that this prayer practice might come in handy for parish and family life too.
Papa Francesco may not be Big Papi, but he showed a bit of athletic prowess at the end of his weekly general audience as he strolled through St. Peter’s Square Wednesday.
Someone from the crowd tossed him a baseball to sign, but sailed it high above the pope’s head. His instincts kicked in as he jumped slightly — losing his zucchetto (his small white skullcap) in the process — and knocked it down with his right hand. He almost snagged it on the way down, but the ball bounced off his outstretched fingers.
Gay rights groups are aghast–aghast I say!–that these young whippersnappers are degrading the Sacred Institution of Marriage by making it be All About Them and not all about forcing everybody to pretend that a homosexual union is a marriage!
So hilarious when yesterday’s revolutionaries become today’s old fogeys. Why, when *they* were lads (last year) nobody would have *dreamed* of taking the obvious next step from redefining marriage to mean gay unions to redefining marriage to mean any possible permutation of relationship between two or more organisms. Who could possibly have seen *that* coming?
Just another scene from the culture where Consent is the Sole Criterion of the Good.
The gay folks who have a problem with this... are they... intolerant? Close-minded? Hateful? Are they against diversity? Are they heterophobes? Are they out of touch?
Local Catholics gathered yesterday for what has been called the "theological time bomb set to go off with dramatic consequences, sometime in the third millennium of the Theology on Tap": the Scottish rendition of Pope Saint John Paul II's audiences, dubbed "The Theology of the Toddy."
The Prince's Pub was overflowing with young people and free hot toddies for the event, where Fr. Malcolm Westergate preached that the theology of the toddy was based on "pre-given language of self-giving and honeyed spicyness" that was part of the toddies' very creation. "The prelapsarian land of spices, Eden itself, is held in every hot toddy sipped by a human person. The land of the covenant, a land flowing with mild and honey, is prefigured. Technically, the whisky should be milk, but then no one would drink it, and God is merciful, after all," he insisted.
Alas, it was a Catholic gathering and so there was some controversial dissent:
Angus Righthold handed out anti-toddy literature to people coming in for the event. "The very problem here is held in the word 'hot.' We have 'hot toddies,' now. It just sounds a bit risque, and I don't appreciate being forced to consider whether I consume my toddy is too hot, mate. Would ye give your mother a 'hot' toddy? I don't think so. My case is made and my conscience is clear," he said.
Righthold's argument seemed lost on the enthusiastic crowd of young people, who left claiming that the talk helped them see "the spousal meaning of the Toddy" in radically new ways. "The free Toddy gives itself to me, and I give meself to God freely. Or something like that," gushed Aidan Abbott. "All I know is I am feeling very giving right now. Ye are all me brothers and sisters, eh mates?" A roar rose in the background.
I hope those in the know and with the proper amount of influence can talk the powers that be to next year meet up in Tlaquepaque, Mexico for a council on tequila theology.