I realized then that what the Church, the people of God, needed
was the strong food of the Holy Scriptures. All those intellectual sermons, so prominent
in those days, were getting the Church nowhere. I also realized deep down in my
heart that the promotion of all the novenas and devotions was not the answer
either. Oh, there is nothing wrong with novenas, First Fridays, First Saturdays
and the rest. I am all for those things. I am all for them, provided they do
not take the place of the liturgy and the scriptures. So I started teaching the
liturgy and the scriptures, because these were crying needs of the people of
God.
Fathers Godfrey Diekmann and Virgil Michel were doing the same
thing. I forgot how many people attended the first liturgical conference. Forty
or so. You were laughed out of house and home for going. Teaching scripture! Nobody
taught scripture, only priests to seminarians. You weren’t even supposed to
read the scriptures! I didn’t care. Even if they crucified me, I didn’t care.
With the help of these two good Fathers I continued teaching the liturgy and
the scriptures, always with the approval of the bishop.
But the pain was growing. It appeared to me that I was becoming one
immense wound. I kept praying. I began to realize that anyone who accepts the Gospel
without compromise will not only become a wound, but a wound into which many
people will constantly pour salt.
Catherine de Hueck Doherty, Fragments
of My Life
Reflection – The Scriptures and the
liturgy are the meat of the saints, Catherine would later say. And she did
indeed make these the foundational pillars of the Madonna House apostolate.
Again,
we see how Catherine saw the shortcomings and missing pieces of her day, what
was lacking in the church. But instead of ranting and railing and pouting and
fuming against ‘those lousy priests’ and ‘those lousy bishops’, she just got on
with the task of doing what she could to address those needs.
In
fact, she was very slow, very loath to ever publicly criticize the hierarchy.
This was both practical and prudent—she needed their support to continue her
work—but also flowed from her deep faith in the presence and authority of
Christ in these flawed men. She would confront, challenge them face to face,
always with great respect but nonetheless saying what she thought, but it was
utterly against her grain to launch public campaigns to criticize the bishops
or priests of Christ’s church.
This
may seem very old-fashioned and retrograde in our world today, with the public
scandals of the Church laid bare in every media for all to see. And there is a
time and a place for public correction of the hierarchy, the sexual scandals
being a case in point, for all the obvious reasons.
But
our modern church culture has erred so far in the opposite direction that I
really think Catherine has something to say to us, you know. Nowadays it is
normal and commonplace to heap unlimited scorn and contempt on the bishops any
old time we feel like it, any old time any bishop anywhere doesn’t do exactly
what we think he should do. A bishop isn’t harsh enough with, say, a
pro-abortion politician—so he’s a craven fool, a worthless spineless buffoon.
Another bishop comes out strongly against same-sex marriage—so he’s a jerk, a
tyrant, a monster, a hateful bigot. A bishop is slow in allowing traditional
Latin masses—a modernist, a liberal, a slave to the spirit of the age! Another
bishop restores traditional modes of piety and liturgical observance—a fossil,
out of touch, a dinosaur!
We
think nothing at all of hurling whatever term of opprobrium we choose on
whatever bishop is annoying us today. And yet… ‘he who calls his brother a fool
will answer for it to the Sanhedrin… who call his brother ‘renegade’ will
answer for it in Gehenna.’ And bishops are our brothers, you know. I don’t see
any proviso in the Sermon on the Mount saying ‘(unless he is wearing a mitre –
then, have at him!)’.
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