Richard Bollman, S.J., the longtime pastor of Bellarmine Chapel, the quaint little shrine to 70s-style liturgical abuse and doctrinal dissent on the campus of Cincinnati’s Xavier University, kicks off a meandering, barely coherent recent homily by likening the Holy See to the Pharisees:

To some extent, the concerns of the Pharisees about the disciples eating without hand-washing are like a Vatican investigation, checking out a new way of life. And this only goes to show what an enduring issue this is among us: You probably have your own favorite places of defending turf–which commandments are the most important, which are somehow lesser, more built on customs but not necessary for life.

I suspect the man knows his audience.

In any event, he’s wrapping up his twenty-year pastorate this fall:

I’ve heard you say through the years how Bellarmine is a place of last hope, or a safe house where you can live your truth and find its purpose, tell its story. I’m glad you feel safe and received. It’s not because of what I have sorted out or what the staff believes, but more because we share your need to find God’s silence at times, and to move in the direction where Christ groans out a prayer for us all.
Friends in faith create a climate of consolation for the restless, the afflicted. Even up against the careless injustice frequently of the Church itself. Friends in faith can do this. Christ can do this. His groaning to God.

Am I the only one who finds the self-referential nature of what emanates from the Bellarmine lectern not only childish and immature, but downright creepy?