I think it is pretentious, that a frocked priest; would rest his butt on the railing, outside the Catholic Church, lower his arm, in front his crotch, while holding down all but his middle-finger, all the while talking to an elderly couple, who said they prayed for me, at Mass, and I them. Not going to happen, idiot. Not going to Hell, for you or anyone else. Obviously, you weren’t a good student of morality, when the diocese paid, for your seminary training.
Blessed Sacrament Chapel Non-verbal Incident
By the Middle Finger flipping Priest who was just looking for a Non-Existent Sin to Correct
Fast forward to the day, that I went to the Blessed Sacrament Chapel, to pray for my ex, for an hour. A young mom, nursing her baby was there. I asked her if she would like me, to listen to and pray with Chaplet of Mercy smart phone app. She said, “Sure.” So, we prayed the Chaplet of Mercy, together. It was a “God moment.” You get more graces, when two or more are gathered together, in Christ’s name. After she left, I was alone, with Jesus, in front of the Most Blessed Sacrament.
I prayed my Rosary, with my smart phone app. No big deal. God was cool with it. Folks I know say they do it all the time, in their parishes, too.
Then priest who gave me the Middle Finger, outside of Church, last summer, entered the Blessed Sacrament Chapel, in late October and silently stood there, as if I did something wrong, by praying my Rosary, with my smart phone app. So, due to his odd presence, I figured he was trying to say I was wrong. Oh please. Then, another woman entered into the Blessed Sacrament Chapel, to pray after using the priest, instead of asking me, herself. Weird, to say the least.
There Is Nothing Worse: than making Praying a Rosary, a point of contention!!!
Since then, I took my smartphone back to the store and told them, that the ear-buds, that came with it, pop out of it, every time I insert it into the phone. The Salesman happily replaced the ear buds. So now I am ready to pray the Rosary anywhere, not bothering those around me. Personally, I think that middle finger flipping priest, was just looking for a faux opportunity to correct me, even if silently. I hope he trips over himself, into the nearest mud puddle for his unused common sense, most people have, who do not have a vested interest, in hoping you go to hell. Tell you what, dude, you will be there, not me! You’re nuts!
Of course, no one was in Church, when that priest made use of his “shining power game moment,” to correct me, for something I hadn’t done. No one was in the chapel when I was praying my smart phone app.
So his story is just gossipy stuff, of a non-existent sin. The cowardly lady who then came into the Blessed Sacrament Chapel, after using this lewd priest to correct me for a non-existent sin was smug and self-satisfied. I asked her, “Is that guy a priest or a deacon?” She answered, “A priest.” Then I asked, “Do you know his name?” She answered, “No.” So, I told her, “That’s the guy who flipped me his middle finger, a few months ago. I just want to know who it is, so I can pray for his conversion.” That shut her up and got her out of her smug mood. I don’t know why she used a priest to correct me for praying with my smart phone app, when I was alone, in the Blessed Sacrament Chapel – but she and he will never correct me again, for a non-existent sin! That’s for sure.
Fast forward, a couple of weeks. I went to Confession and Mass, even though my knee, that needs replacement, was in pain, arthritic and popping all the time. I sat a little closer in Church, so I could see the statues of the saints better, and not have to squint to see them, from the back of church. Although, in hind sight, I probably would have been better off, to have sat in the back. Before Mass, God allowed a loud, ostentatious woman sit, in front of me, before Mass, with her two teenage daughters, and normal acting, disabled son. Immediately, this mother began to pray her FAMILY ROSARY out loud, 15 minutes, before Mass.
I thought this was “The Shush” church, in town. Signs are posted to be quiet, everywhere but in front of their own faces. Personally, I still see folks rush to the door and staying after in the aisles talking. So, I think it’s pointless to post a sign, that the priests themselves, ignore. Unless it’s someone they want to personally harass, under the guise of religion! I was already praying my rosary, quietly, as I moved my lips. This mother in the pew in front of me kept praying her rosary out loud. The mother was dressed like a nun, yet she let her daughters dress in skin-tight blue-jeans. Weird. The Mother continued praying out loud, piously before Mass, to get positive attention, from the priest, as her 2 impious daughters acted up, to get negative attention, because they were mad at their mother’s foolishness. I was trying not to psychoanalize them, but they were making it “way to easy” to do.
I’d liken it to the: “CATHOLIC PLAY-OFFS OF THE HOLIER THAN THOU-ERS,” and her pissed off daugthers.
I should have moved, to the back of church, as soon as I realized her impious, un-charities, under the GUISE OF RELIGION, but, I didn’t because my knee hurt. She continued to pray for fifteen minutes before Mass out loud with her kids, who weren’t behaving. Her daughters were as ostentatious and rude, as she was, by their nonverbal, typical teenage girl behavior, that silently screamed, “I’m too cool, for these prayers, I’m more beautiful, than Our Lady of the Rosary.” I then whispered my prayers on my already begun Rosary, and lost track over and over again, because that Mother and her kids were praying out loud.Obviously, that mother didn’t care, if I too, was praying my rosary, before Mass. She made it clear, it was all about her, and nobody else. I felt exasperated, but kept trying to pray my rosary. I should of just shut up and let them talk to God. She made it clear God was only listening to her. Not me. Next time, I’ll just return to talking to God and Mary w/o praying the rosary. Perhaps they would have told me to move, or go to another Church. During the priest’s sermon this burka-dressed mother – with 2 immodestly dressed teens laughed out loud, during the priest’s sermon which really wasn’t all that funny. Then, during this same sermon the daughter, in front of me, showed her annoyance at her mother’s foolishness, by flipping her long hair from one side of her head, to the other. When she stood up she stood shifting weight from one hip to the other as if to non-verbally say, “Mass is boring.” The teenage daughter wanted to irritate me, too, I guess. I couldn’t figure out why my knee kept hurting, during Mass. I kept trying to move my leg, so I could pop my knee, to relieve the pain. I have foot neuropathy. So, I moved over, so as not to be behind them. Moving was a fiasco. My knee was making my transfer to another spot in the pew, noticeable. Looking back to where I’d moved from, I realized the teenage daughter of that loud mouthed woman in front of me, had shoved her mom’s purse into my pew. No wonder my knee hurt. My peace and my knee was re-injured, by that family’s before & during Mass distractions. I wouldn’t have had to move, had not that teenager shoved her mom’s purse into my foot, sending pain up into my knee. The Priest giving the Homily obviously took sides with the Bodacious Mom and her irritating teenage daughters. — The only one “good” member, of that family was the disabled son. Personally, I don’t worship priests. She obviously did. I just knew I needed to pray in a quiet church that Saturday evening and at a quiet Mass. That hasn’t happened, for me, since Vatican II. Worshipping God nowadays seems to be a “Me, Myself and I” opportunity. But, I’ve had it with me-ism, from me or anyone else. Then this Priest who gave the Homily couldn’t wait to call up our Gay, Diocesan Vocation Director, so if I showed up there, for Mass, he could give me a sermon based, on his false narratives.
Dear Father XXX
Gay Marriage will never be blessed by Our Lord, in His Church. Yeah. You can disobey God but, that does not mean God approves, of your covert blessings of Gay Marriages, in your parish. He sees your gay Catholic Turtle blog too. GOD is the Judge of the Living and the Dead. No one else is qualified.
Least of all a gay vocation director, and the other priest who refused my dad the Last Sacraments, and the priest/deacon who flipped me his middle finger; then laughed and wanted to shake hands the next time, I saw him, after Mass. God will have the last laugh, not you all.
Consecrated hands, are not meant for profanity. You are priests. Act like it!
Get over yourselves and get out of the doorway.
~~~ I wish to enter into the Kingdom of God – and you’re barring The Way~~~
Touché! I put you in your places. Now, be good, or you will not enter into the Kingdom of God.
Meanwhile, The County Health Department has a STD Clinic that gives poor 12 year olds whole boxes of condoms, and operating on Catholic Property, leased from Religious Women claiming to be Catholic. Now, the Family Planning Clinic is back, in full-swing: peddling contraceptives, morning after abortion pill, and giving Abortion Referrals to Planned Parenthood. The Equal Sign is plastered all over Old Madonna Hall’s walls promoting Gay Marriage as equal to Holy Matrimony. The Bishop is guilty of looking the “other way” in tacit approval. Well, God will look at him, straight in the eye, as he judges him, on Judgment Day. There is no averting His Gaze.
-+-May GOD have Mercy on The Poor, so diabolically served, by Our Diocese!
This is not Healthcare, for the Poor. It is a Mortal Sin, against the Poor. But, my shaming them, just goes over their heads. They’re blind, to their own sins, and complicit, with Corporate Sins.