… the liturgical establishment rolls on, using the recent influx of Spanish-speaking immigrants to justify their refusal to budge from musical sensibilities they acquired in the 1980s; from the Catholic Telegraph:

The Archdiocesan Worship Office expresses a clear understanding of the need to engage Catholics in liturgy, and one strong example is its annual Laudate music workshop, which gives teens a chance to participate in voice and instrument sessions and in sessions on liturgical principles and prayer forms. Such training will serve them well as they grow into full, active parish members.

Father Louis Gasparini, Hispanic Ministry Director for the Archdiocese of Cincinnati, has this same clear understanding. “This past May, we brought to Cincinnati a group of liturgical music experts from Oregon Catholic Press. Both musicians and evangelizers, they offered attendees a beautiful concert and valuable music workshops.”

The weekend event not only provided entertainment to lift minds and hearts to God but also took the form of liturgical catechesis in the sense that it introduced participants to the idea that liturgy is more than words coming from the pulpit and the altar. It is just as much a language of ritual and music, of symbols – and yes, of physical gestures.

“We don’t want just American music with Spanish words or vice versa,” said Father Gasparini. “We need more than that. We need to explore and make liturgical experiences meaningful for both English and Spanish speaking worshipers.” Whether traditional or charismatic, the congregation plays an important part in the liturgy of the Church. There is room for each type in a shared worship environment created by both.

As I’ve observed before, I don’t recall any of my Italian forebears clamoring for arias or the tarantella during Mass when they arrived on our shores. This has more to do with multiculturalism and political correctness — and the stubbornness of the local establishment — than “charismatic” Catholicism and a warm welcome.

Check, check. Testing, 1, 2, 3. Is this thing on?

My apology for the long absence. I recently made a major career shift and the ramp-up has monopolized my time. Today is my first full day in Cincinnati since July 20. I did manage to sneak in a trip back home to Rochester, New York, and learned some good news. First, Fr. Ronald Antinarelli, the longtime priest at Our Lady of Victory-St. Joseph parish, an oasis of orthodoxy in the Diocese of Rochester, was recently elevated to pastor by Bishop Salvatore Matano “as a matter of justice.” Fr. Antinarelli had been denied that distinction by Bishop Matano’s vindictive and unmourned predecessor. Kudos to him. Also, Bishop Matano’s decision to enforce canon law restrictions that reserve the homily to the ordained appears to be going well. (His predecessor scandalously and illicitly encouraged would-be priestesses to deliver homilies.) While there have been catcalls from Rochester’s graying dissenters, the faithful have raised their voices in defense of Bishop Matano, as this letter in this morning’s Democrat & Chronicle shows:

Thank God for Bishop Salvatore Matano and his efforts to return us to orthodoxy. When I accepted the Catholic Church eight years ago, I gave her my unconditional obedience to not only what she teaches, but what is expected of me.

As Catholic women, maybe we should imitate the mother of Jesus to “do whatever he tells you.”

Also, to infer that because of celibacy a priest can’t relate to families is absurd.

St. John Paul II said to dissent from Catholic teaching is “grave error.” Either we are Catholic, or we are not. Where does your treasure lie?

It’s wonderful to see Rochester become a place of hope after so many years of despair.

One of AOCs scandalous priests has died.


God have mercy on his soul.


After the 10 AM Mass on Sunday, the University of Dayton is holding a “leavetaking ceremony” for the UD Chapel.

That’s honest, at least. Because it’s not going to be anything like itself, after this renovation.

In the event you’re looking for another reason not to give money to my college alma mater, the University of Dayton, president Dan Curran just provided one:

The University of Dayton is divesting from fossil fuels in an effort to become more sustainable. The private, Marianist school of 11,000 says it will begin a phasing out of coal and fossil fuels from its investment pool of $670 million. The move means the school will no longer have money backing fossil fuels companies.

“We cannot ignore the negative consequences of climate change, which disproportionately impact the world’s most vulnerable people,” said Dan Curran, UD’s president. “Our Marianist values of leadership and service to humanity call upon us to act on these principles and serve as a catalyst for civil discussion and positive change that benefits our planet.”

Meanwhile, in a piece on the “scandal of fiddled global warming data,” the Telegraph of London reports that the U.S. has actually been cooling since the 1930s.

Pictures from the Corpus Christi procession at Sts. Philomena & Cecilia in Brookville.


Mass First


Heading out. Shot of the ombrilino.


Down the hill.


Then back up to the north facing altar.


First station, the north facing altar. Directed at the pagans of the Ft. Wayne diocese. This is in the back side of the rectory garage.


Guns are loaded and ready. Three shots at the blessing with the monstrance.


Back down. Oh No! The canopy comes apart! Keep calm and carry on.


Into the cemetery and the south facing altar.


South facing altar. Meanwhile a team of engineers works on the canopy.


Two misfires in the cemetery. Maybe it was he flowers attached to the ends. Keep calm and carry on.


On to the west facing altar. Canopy back in action.


West facing altar.


Back inside to the east facing altar and final Benediction.

This marks the end of high mass season. Low masses until the fall and cooler weather when the choir can get back into the loft and not melt.








My beach read this week is Alan Furst’s latest meticulously researched pre-WWII noir spy novel, Midnight in Europe. Furst is at the peak of his form, with finely drawn characters, intricate plots, and you-are-there verisimilitude. It’s enough to make me overlook that his protagonist, Cristian Ferrar, is a spy for the Republic during the Spanish Civil War, the losing side that distinguished itself by allowing its communist and anarchist militias to murder nuns and nail priests to barn doors; by the end of the war “the Republic” was in the hip pocket of Stalin. In any event, Ferrar is an observant (though imperfect) Catholic, attending Sunday Mass with his family. One paragraph in particular grabbed my attention and might interest my readers:

Ferrar caught a taxi for the ride to Louveciennes, and asked the driver to stop at the Spanish pastry shop next to what was known as “the Spanish church” up on the rue de la Pompe in the Sixteenth, itself fancy, but nothing compared to the luxurious enclave called Passy. At one time, pastry in Spain had been baked and sold at convents, so the names of the little treats came from those days. Ferrar bought huesos de santo, saints’ bones; tetas de novicias, novice nuns’ breasts; and suspiros de monja, nuns’ sighs. All were soft and thick, liberally dusted with granulated sugar. Spaniards weren’t alone in this. French patisseries offered la religieuse, the nun, a large chocolate-capped puff pastry on the bottom, with a smaller version in the middle, and a little one on top, for the head. Or you could just buy a dozen of the little ones, known as pets-de-nonne, nun farts. The young girl behind the counter wrapped the pastries artfully, in pink paper folded into a triangle, then tied with a ribbon which was looped at the end so you could carry the package with one finger.


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