Sometimes God throws us a bone…a Rave!
Posted by Sofia Guerra
March 2, 2011
Probably by now most of our regular readers know that I’m a Trad. Oh yes, described by a priest once as 45 degrees to the right of Mother Angelica. (Boy, was I proud) I remind you of this as I reference a story that brought tears to my eyes.
I am a child of one of the least aesthetic times in the Roman Church. The Post- Conciliar time (Post Vatican II) had to be one of the most miserable times to be a young Catholic growing up in the Church. It sounds strange that a young person would think that the so-called springtime of the Church which seemed to be specifically geared to women and youth could ever be miserable.
Trust me, it was.
I was blessed to have been part of a parish established by Italian priests who were slow to offer the Novus Ordo until they were absolutely forced to by our Bishop. The Pastor was a wise man who insisted the changes were too much too soon… (hmmmm, prophetic?)
I had been born into a very traditional Catholic Italian family who formed the center of family life around the Faith and the parish. My grandfather, an immigrant from Italy and a devout Catholic was one of the first of the parish to take on the enormous task of helping the priests to realize the dream of a new Church, a school, convent and whatever else they could come up with along the way.
Nevertheless a magnificent Church was built in the Romanesque style with an extremely efficient modern school, rectory and convent (with a Parish Center to be built later) in a short period of time. The resulting Church was a thing of beauty rivaling only Church buildings back in Italy. All was good in Christendom.
The blessing of having family who cared about how and where we worshipped was perhaps only slightly outdone by the priests and the nuns. Our Faith was taught to us with utmost care. Much attention was paid to even the simplest motions [such as] striking our breast at the Consecration with our heads bowed, silently praying in the words of the Apostle Thomas, “My Lord and my God!”
Properly performing each of these pious actions were necessary to teach us how to prepare for the mystical moments we all hope to attain as Christians. Early life in the Church was beautiful and was very good.
As a young lady in my early teen years, everything was a big deal. Not having a mantilla with me at the time for Mass and having to use the Chapel caps that little kids used was paramount to showing up at Buckingham Palace in shorts and sneakers!
Not participating in the choir learning the stunning polyphony and Rossini’s Propers for Holy Mass made one an outcast. It just wasn’t done. Even if you couldn’t sing , you mouthed the words just to have the honor to be in the choir loft. Then, the tsunami roared over our heads.
All of these pious customs and “Catholic stuff” seemed to disappear in one fell swoop. Now it was the Church of felt banners, really crappy music and priests that thought they were auditioning as Johnny Carson’s replacement on the Tonight Show. Ugh…
Last but not least, as if this wasn’t enough, nuns were suddenly shedding their beautiful habits for wrap skirts, sandals and printed matronly blouses as a statement against the Church’s patriarchy. (The outfits were definitely a “Glamour Don’t”- women over 40 know exactly what I mean) Along with some of the worst menopausal fashion statements ever came the feminist theology (ahem-heresy) that gave birth to the WomenPriest movement and mentality.
Oh no! You mean these middle-aged matronly types who assaulted all sense of fashion sensibility thought they should be priests? That was it…I couldn’t handle it anymore. I started to look for a Latin Mass–yes, the supposed, illegal, mind-corroding Latin Mass. The Mass of the Ages that was now supposedly outlawed (NOT!) as told to us with a straight face and a lie on the lips feminist nuns.
Did I find a Latin Mass at the time? Nope, I was young, and hurt by all the scandal caused by feminist nuns and their priests/Bishops-enablers. I wasn’t privy to the underground PiusX crowd and their Masses held in the catacombs of golf courses, firehouses and banquet halls. I was left out and abandoned.
Christ was there, however, and I never looked elsewhere to a Protestant community or to any other religion. I couldn’t. I believed in the Blessed Sacrament, I would die for Him and the Church and no other pseudo-faith would do. I did, however, not attend Mass. For seven long years I lived in Mortal Sin. I tried to justify it, blaming the progressive nuts who had hijacked the Faith and continued to go to Holy Hours. I tried to convince myself that the Holy Hours was a substitute. It was not. It was a beautiful time with Our Lord but it was never meant to be a choice instead of Holy Mass.
The day I became “Always Catholic” and returned to Mass was the day a friend asked for me to take him to Mass. He always wanted to be Catholic but refrained because he had a mother who was Baptist and he didn’t want trouble in the family. Finally, he decided he could not deny Christ anymore, threw caution to the wind and asked me to take him with me to Mass.
I told him I didn’t go to Mass. He was astounded. He reminded me that I was from a devout Italian Catholic family and that I went every week to the Holy Hour thing I told him about. He couldn’t believe I didn’t go to Mass. I didn’t know how to explain it without bringing scandal on the Church to a non-Catholic so I agreed to go.
I decided since he was a Baptist that perhaps a more modern parish would work and I decided to take him to a place that was, well, not very Catholic looking. (Being kind) In addition, I took him to a Saturday evening Vigil Mass and well, that wasn’t well-received.
When we walked in and he saw the banners, no statues, wild modern stained glass imagery he turned to me and said, “No, this is not a Catholic Church. I want to go to a Catholic Church.” I reminded him that the sign said Catholic Church and indeed there was a Mass that was going to start in about 30 minutes. Uh-uh…He wasn’t having it. Saturday night instead of Sunday morning was one thing but the butcher block altar was the straw that broke the camel’s back!
He told me to find a “real” Catholic Church and that we would go in the morning. I laughed when I said my Night Prayers and realized God was having a good time at my expense.
The next morning he promptly called and I gave in completely. I took him to my Italian parish. We got there early and much to my relief the banners were gone and all the statuary was back in its places of honor and it looked as if it had not missed a step from my childhood.
I breathed a sigh of relief and my friend turned and smiled and said, “Now this is a Catholic Church”! Well, the story ends well. My friend was received into the Church the following yearand I started attending a Novus Ordo in Latin there at the old parish. I had long gone to Confession and was back to the Sacraments but I still felt a twinge of sadness missing my beautiful Traditional Latin Mass.
God was not to be outdone in His generosity when the Motu Proprio “Ecclesia Dei” was promulgated by Pope John Paul II and the Traditional Mass was taking babysteps back. I smiled…another bone…
I prayed so much for the return of the Traditional Mass but something else was missing. Oh yes, we were now starting to get traditional vocations both to the priesthood and to traditional Religious Orders of women and I was so grateful.
The one thing that was missing was what I called My Feminist Miracle. Where was the feminist nun who championed a female priesthood and deaconesses who realized the error of her ways and was willing to become humble and come home to Rome?
She didn’t seem to exist…I started to pray daily to Saint Therese of the Child Jesus begging her for a sign. While I was praying like mad, I did realize one thing right away. I was upset at the feminist nuns for their lack of obedience and humility when I did the same. Instead of trying to find a place where I could attend Mass reverently, I chucked humiity and obedience to the wind and substituted the Holy Hour for the Holy Mass! Who did I think I was, the Pope?
From that day on I prayed even more for forgiveness and for these women who have lost their way along the journey home to Rome.
This week, after my daily Novena to the Little Flower I was checking the different Catholic News Services and blogs and found the following story. Please know that when Saint Therese answers a prayer, she really answers a prayer!
Now, my dear readers, enjoy reading about “My Feminist Miracle” or How God threw us a bone…In HIs perfect Love, He brought home a daughter to His Church and to humility. Deo Gratias!
Woman Renounces Her Claim to Be a Deacon
SAN DIEGO, California, FEB. 24, 2011 (Zenit.org).- A woman who claimed to be a Catholic deacon has renounced her “ordination” and is affirming her fidelity to the Church’s teaching on the impossibility of women’s ordination.
Norma Jean Coon, formerly a member of the Roman Catholic Womenpriests organization, posted a message Feb. 8 on the Internet in which she “confess(es) to the authority of the Holy Father on these issues of ordination and recognize(s) that Christ founded the ordination only for men.”
Coon, who has been married for 47 years and is the mother of five, participated in a ceremony in Santa Barbara attempting her ordination July 22, 2007.
Roman Catholic Womenpriests was established in Europe and began claiming to ordain women in the United States in 2006. The summer of Coon’s ceremony, there were similar events in Portland, New York, Minneapolis and Toronto. Today, the group claims around eight bishops worldwide, and more than 80 priests and deacons.
Coon said that she “withdrew from the program within two weeks of the ceremony because I realized that I had made a mistake in studying for the priesthood.”
She added, “I confess to the truth of Pope John Paul II’s apostolic letter ‘Ordinatio Sacerdotalis.'”
In her statement, Coon formally relinquishes connection to Roman Catholic Womenpriests and disclaims “the alleged ordination publicly with apologies to those whose lives I have offended or scandalized by my actions.”
Her statement concludes with a prayer: “Holy God, I ask your blessings on my bishop and my pastor and priests in Rome who have assisted me in the process of being reinstated into the Roman Catholic Church. […] Forgive me my Beloved Jesus and Mother Mary for pursuing my own will in this matter of ordination. […] [W]e pray for more priests to serve in our Church and for vocations to enrich our Church in the United States.
“Forgive us for failing in obedience and enrich us in your holy love, I pray through Jesus and Mary. Fiat.”
Norma Jean Coon’s Full Statement:
Norma Jean Coon
Document of Renunciation of Ordination to Diaconate
On July 22, 2007, I was ordained to the diaconate by Bishop Patricia Fresen, of Germany and South Africa who was ordained by three male bishops in Germany for the group called Roman Catholic Women Priests. The ordination took place at the Santa Barbara Immaculate Heart Spiritual Center. Because neither Patricia Fresen nor myself were given permission for the ordination by Pope Benedict XVI, the ordinations were illegitimate and not recognized by the Roman Catholic Church. Thus an excommunication process called Latae Sententiae occurred, excommunicating oneself by failure to observe the Canon Laws of the Church.
I wish to renounce the alleged ordination and publicly state that I did not act as a deacon as a part of this group except on two occasions, when I read the gospel once at mass and distributed communion once at this same mass. I withdrew from the program within two weeks of the ceremony because I realized that I had made a mistake in studying for the priesthood. I confess to the truth of Pope John Paul II’s Apostolic Letter Ordinatio Sacerdotalis . I confess the authority of the Holy Father on these issues of ordination and recognize that Christ founded the ordination only for men.
Formally, I relinquish all connection to the program of Roman Catholic Women Priests and I disclaim the alleged ordination publicly with apologies to those whose lives I have offended or scandalized by my actions. I ask God’s blessings upon each of these folks and their families.
Norma Jean Coon, RN, MFCC, PhD
San Diego, California
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Holy God, I ask your blessings on my Bishop and my pastor and priests in Rome who have assisted me in the process of being re-instated into the Roman Catholic Church and I forsake all connection with the Roman Catholic Women Priests program via Internet or otherwise.
I thank you for the efforts of my family in my behalf and ask for Jesus’ Light and Love to pour over my husband of 47 years and my five children.
Now, Saint Therese, the next one will be a feminist nun and then it’s only a matter of time before they are all home…
Story comes from ZENIT Catholic News Service.