MASKLESS AND PUNISHED: AN INSULT TO OUR LORD AT SACRED HEART

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After Adoration of the Eucharist at Sacred Heart Hastings this morning, while two readers of this blog were waiting for Holy Mass to begin, the celebrant, Father Trung Nguyen, handed them two patens.

Sacred Heart Hastings - you can tell it's a church by the cross

 They knew what they were supposed to do with them: one of these Massgoers had been given a paten at Our Lady of Lourdes, Havelock North. She was told she would not be given Communion on the tongue again as she had in the past. Instead she should produce this paten, and Father would place the Sacred Host on the paten, and she should pick the Host up with her tongue. 

She did as she was told. She was also told to carry this paten around with her and produce it at Communion time. She demurred. She didn't like the idea of putting this paten - on which the Body and Blood of Christ had rested - in her backpack. 

She asked for a corporal, wrapped the paten in it and asked if she could leave it in the sacristy. She didn't want to do that, because it meant entering Our Lady of Lourdes' sanctuary, but if she had to do it to be able to receive Holy Communion, she would. So she left the paten in the sacristy - but it was removed by someone who 'didn't know what it was'. 

At Sacred Heart Hastings this morning, however, rather than allow Our Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of God, to be placed on tarnished - and probably grubby - patens, these two Massgoers made spiritual Communion.  The patens were returned to the table by the door at the end of Mass, unused.

Their adoration of Our Lord in the Eucharist before Mass had already been interrupted by a well-meaning woman who stood with her back to the Host in the monstrance, offering them masks. (Needless to say, they were the only adorers - there weren't many - who were not masked.)

"No thank you," whispered one, "we don't have to wear masks." 

"We've been asked to wear masks," said the well-meaning woman. But the two adorers had closed their eyes again in silent prayer. We may suppose that the poor spurned mask-bearer took off again, probably to the sacristy to speak to Father. Hence poor Father, probably feeling more or less obliged to exert some authority, produced the patens.

But last Friday, another Sacred Heart priest, Father Anthony Htun, had given these two Massgoers, who'd presented last in the queue as usual, on their knees, Communion on the tongue. On previous occasions Father Nguyen has likewise given them Communion on the tongue. Why the refusal today? Why the grievous insult to Our Lord, the business of the tarnished patens?

Wouldn't you know it, the Hastings Parish Liturgy Group has decided that one parishioner  receiving Holy Communion on the tongue, last in the queue, constitutes a danger to Father's health. So to deal with this risk they must have dreamed up the ridiculous paten nonsense. 

Never mind that Father faces a bigger risk to his health by crossing Heretaunga Street outside the church than by catching COVID. He could be run over by a bus, which is more likely to cause his death than a seasonal flu bug. And never mind that the chances of COVID transmission are greater when receiving in the hand (where the communicant is on the same level as the priest) than on the tongue.

Sacred Heart's 'worship space' is not a church. It is literally not the house of God. Our Lord resides in a 'Eucharistic Chapel' which is entirely separate from the 'worship space' which is itself Masonic in its arrangement of raked seating, with the altar and the obligatory Star Trek presider's chair at its lowest level - so that when Father calls the Son of God down on the ugly (and undoubtedly very expensive) hunk of concrete or whatever that passes for an altar, the 'community' looks down on Him, their Saviour and Redeemer.

The large 'gathering space' - which is also at a higher level than the altar and which of course one must pass through in order to arrive at the 'worship space' or the Real Presence in the Eucharistic Chapel - is currently full of COVID mumbo-jumbo. Propaganda, based on the fear that's whipped up nightly by the 'News' and all day long by RNZ National.

How successful that propaganda of Ardern,Robertson&Co, Death Dealers to the Nation, has been. A St Patrick's Silverstream old boy had a chat, also this morning, to a reader of this blog who takes part in the prayer vigil outside Hastings Hospital on Fridays. The old boy seemed to have swallowed the COVID narrative hook, line and sinker. He had to be persuaded to take off his mask. In the street. 

The blog reader happened to mention that of the four people who keep vigil, three are Latin Massgoers. 

"I was an altar boy," said the old boy. "I had to learn the Latin. Father So-and-So, he used to start the first prayers while he was coming down the stairs. He'd be putting his slippers on. And I'd say the responses. We got the Mass done in nine minutes. That was the record." 

"Well we know where that priest is now," said the blog reader. "Yes," said the St Pat's old boy, laughing heartily.

"It's not funny really. Imagine. If he didn't repent, he's in hell for ever and ever." 

That didn't seem to register with the St Pat's old boy - and another St Pat's old boy, the "oldest altar boy in New Zealand" - a Latin Massgoer who happened to be keeping vigil at the other hospital entrance - confirmed that as a true and accurate record. Ten minutes, he said. "Father  ... was the discipline master," he said. "He should never have been a priest."

(He also commented on his school mate's fervent espousal of the COVID religion and the thousands who are protesting against it in the US and Europe. "We (Kiwis) just roll over.")

So we see of course that the rot set in, in the Church, well before the Second Vatican Council. Pope Leo XIII could see it coming, back at the end of the 19th century. Our Lady of Fatima warned of its coming at the Miracle of the Sun on October 13 1917. Its anniversary was just two days ago - not that you'd know it by reading your parish newsletter or Welcom. 

70,000 saw Our Lady's promised miracle

And today was the feast of St Teresa of Jesus (Avila), Doctor of the Church. One of the Massgoers who made spiritual Communion rather than see Our Lord put on a dirty paten, who is also a fully-professed Lay Carmelite, had driven to Hastings because although Father is in residence there was no Mass in her parish. She realised halfway through Mass, asking St Teresa to intercede for her with the Holy Spirit, that she'd got dressed this morning entirely in brown, the colour worn by St Teresa and all Carmelites.

Another reader of this blog, a Carmelite in spirit, comments that St Teresa will be weeping in Heaven for the Discalced Carmelite nuns of the Monastery of St Joseph and St Anne, Philadelphia, which faces imminent closure by the Vatican. That rot eventually spread right to the top, to the Antipope who wants to cancel not just the Traditional Latin Mas but to stamp out the contemplative orders; to stamp out the fire of the Holy Spirit in the Church.

The Carmel of St Joseph and St Anne, Philadelphia

"Let nothing disturb thee, nothing affright thee; 

All things are passing, God never changeth! 

Patient endurance attaineth to all things; 

Who God possesseth in nothing is wanting; 

God alone sufficeth."

- St Teresa of Jesus (Avila)