I Finally Met A Roman Mormon
Not to be confused with a Roman Protestant

Due to inclement weather, Mrs. Caveman and I decided not to make our regular 250 mile pilgrimage to our Traditional Latin Mass. So we had to suck it up and roll the dice here locally. Allow me to state that even though I'd rather not attend a Novus Ordo Mass, I have been to ones that were reverend and respectful... well as reverend and respectful as you can get when if comes to the open-ended Novus Ordo. But anyhow, what an interesting Sunday we had. Our foray into becoming God; my buddy the bishop; and how we mere humans rate over God, went something like this --

We went to a "faith community" that I've posted about before (here and here), but there's a fairly new priest there and we've heard that he's half-ways decent... so we decided to check it out.

Besides the aesthetically steril surroundings and the roar of the crowd prior to Mass that made personal prayer difficult (Somethings never change. Different priest, same bullshit) it was your typical Gee-Aren't-We-Great-Fest Cult of Man orgy that's so typical of the "Spirit" of Vatican II mindset.

But the main outrage of the morning was the sermon. Good ol' Padre was telling the tale of how he had to make a stop at a nearby nursing home to visit a dying man. Padre made it clear that he was really tired, and wanted to make his visit as quick as possible. Poor Father. Rough week. How inconsiderate of this guy to be on his deathbed.

Anyhow, As Padre relates the story - He (the dying man) asked me, "if I take Communion, will I become Jesus?" All I could think of is what St Augustine said about 'you become what you eat'... and the man asked me again, "if I take Communion, will I become Jesus?" All I could say was 'Amen'! Then the man said that he was ready to recive Jesus.

What absolute and utter garbage. This priest didn't have the guts to tell that dying man The Truth. We don't 'become Jesus'. Rather, Jesus completely overtakes and consumes US when we recieve Holy Communion. We don't consume Him. He consumes us. But no... this priest would rather dance around heretical Mormon "theology" concerning "becomeing a god" drivel. Or then again, maybe he was big into that Cosmic Jesus tripe that was so big back in the 70's and 80's. Either way, this guy's a moral coward. He didn't tell that man what he needed to hear... he told him what he wanted to hear. I was standing up ready to walk out, but Mrs. Caveman soothed the savage caveman.

Then during the part of this Novus Ordo group-grope where the announced presider stated that we are in union with Benedict our Pope, Mike our Bishop, etc, etc. 'Mike our bishop', 'eh? I was stunned. Rather presumptuous, wouldn't you say? Personally, I consider that to be unbelievably disrespectful. If I ever see Bishop Burbidge again, I just might refer to His Excellency as "Bishop Mike". What the hell... why not? One of his own priests does.

But on second thought, maybe I do realize why this guy is so laid back. Just one quick look at his congregation said it all. Half looked like they just fell out of bed, and the other half looked as if they were on their way to a barbecue. After all, the flock is a direct reflection of the shepherd.

Finally, the end of this exersize in theistic masturbation was mercifully coming to an end. The last thing Father Feelgood said was "Let us go forth to love and serve each other". Shouldn't that have been "to love and serve The Lord"?

In all fairness, this priest does seem quite the affable fellow, but he just got so many of the basics wrong. And no one, especially a priest, should get away with that.