Amici,
A
blessed Feast of the Epiphany (what the Greeks call Theophania, "God
Manifest") to you all. In these insane, lying, apostate times, we truly need
this feast of the manifestation of God amongst us, do we not?
Last
night, the Eve of the Epiphany, was the "Twelfth Night" of the
"Christmastide", the Twelve Day of Christmas, as in the Carol (an old
Catholic carol, I understand, with each day's gift representing a
Catholic teaching amongst the officially Protestant Englishmen). From
this coming Sunday on out, each Sunday will be a "First, Second, Third" – to the
"Sixth Sunday after Epiphany." Then Lent beings (i.e. after the three
Sundays beginning with the Septuagesima "seventieth" Sunday, which
neatly count down (approximately) to the beginning 40 days of Lent). The
mid-winter Season of Epiphany includes Candlemas on February 2, when
candles are blessed for the year. It is also the Feast of the
Purification of Mary. February 11th is the Feast of Our Lady of Lourdes.
February 1st is the Feast of St. Brigid of Killdare, one of the three
patron saints of Ireland. (Ireland is so sinful these days it needs 'em
all three!) And of course, St. Valentine's Feast on February 14th (when I was a kid, it was always "St." Valentine's Day, but no longer). A beautiful and elegant season all to itself is Epiphany,
giving color and light (pun intended) to the dreariest time of the year.
Of course the Novus Ordo trashed it all out and turned it into
"Ordinary Time", (as if any time after the birth of the Incarnate God
could be "ordinary").
Which brings me to that quote: "Traditionis Custodes is a monumental and embarrassing admission of defeat...". A great line, isn't it? The estimable Dr. Peter Kwasniewski wrote it in this article at OnePeterFive, : wherein Kwasniewski also quotes from a "rousing" article by one Gregory DiPippo, to wit:
The surest sign that a revolution has failed, and chosen to take the easy path, is its fear of the past, its fear of the memory of what life was really like before the revolution. And this is why, in the midst of a tidal wave of crises within the Church, a hammer has been dropped where it has been dropped: not on the German Synodal Way, or the various Catholic institutions that have to all intents and purposes walked away from the Faith. The problem so grave that it must be met with the same furious scribbled-on-the-back-of-a-napkin haste that we remember from Fr Bouyer’s memoirs is not the long-standing persistence of grave liturgical abuses, the de facto absence of catechetical formation in once-Catholic nations, or widespread moral, doctrinal and financial corruption. The hammer has been dropped, rather, on the father and mother who were born at least 20 years after the last time a cleric used the word “aggiornamento” unironically, and on their children who are too young to remember the papacy of Benedict XVI.There can be no clearer sign that the post-Conciliar revolution is totally uninteresting to the rising generations, and knowing this, [it] grows deathly afraid, and resorts to doing by force what it cannot do by persuasion…. A dying revolution is not a dead revolution; it can still strike out and cause pain, and will likely do so. But in the very act of doing so, it confesses that it has failed and is dying. Do not be afraid. The revolution is over.
(I was going to highlight some lines but ended up highlighting all of it, so... :)
So
let us rejoice now, from today on through the Season of the Epiphany.
As the tide finally begins to turn on the infamous Covid lie, so the
Vatican II Church senses a shift has begun against its intervention in
the two millennial life of the Church. (Dare I say it? They've had an Epiphany. Ahem.) Of course, it's always "darkest
before the dawn" so we need pray heartily, indeed.
Grásta Dé to all who accept it.
An Préachán
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