For The Faithful Lies A Crown
By SHAUN KENNEY (A poem, wistfully written by an anonymous soul) + + + Twas the Night Before Christmas, this 2018 edition, Where we over-examine our foibles, with true erudition. The synods were over, the USSCB had met, In hopes that the Magisterium would finally be set. Yet the Lavender Mafia were snuggled in their beds, With visions of “synodality” dancing in their heads. Viganò had testified, not once but thrice! Yet dissent and even heresy multiplied like mice. “What are we to believe,” asked the folks in the pews, “The Catechism? The media? La Croix? Fake news!” Wild arguments flew, conspiracy theories multiplied. Accusations of heresy, alt-right, you lied! Fr. Martin hurls bolts from out of the blue, Calling…Continue Reading