Save The Christodrama For Your Mama
And I don't mean The Blessed Mother

Anyone remember Paul Marcoux? For those who don't, he's the Backdoor Conquistador that scammed almost a half million bucks in hush money from his boyfriend, Archbishop Rembert Weakland. Yep... the very same Weakland that Marcoux stated the following;

In another interview later that day, Marcoux praised Weakland for his stand on a variety of social issues, including economic justice and dignity for homosexuals...Need I say more? But what was it that motivated Marcoux to blackmail the good Archbishop for cash to begin with? A lil' abomination better known in Theater circles as Christodrama.

And what exactly is this Christodrama that I speak of? Well, the Protestants have embraced it (as well as a disturbing number of Catholic diocese). I think the Prots describe it best...

Christodrama: a devotional Experience for Body, Mind and Heart (Session 3) Christodrama is an experiential method of interpreting and hearing the parables of Jesus in improvisational drama. Developed by Paul Marcoux, it offers the chance to do Bible Study with all of yourself. Every-one participates in choosing a story and then taking parts in it— even the inanimate objects! Reflecting as a group deepens the meaning and makes it both personal and real. Lots of action — wear comfortable clothes.

Offered by The Rev. Dr. Aloha Smith, Rector, St. Francis, San BernardinoAloha Smith? I don't seem to recall a Saint Aloha... but would you expect any less from those wacky Protestants? Anyhow, all this Paul Marcoux stuff is old news.

Here's what's really on my mind - Holy Week is upon us. And invariably, all the sissified "modern" interpretations of the passion, death and resurrection of Our Lord will be put to music, interpretive dance, Christodrama, and any other novelty notion that involves the thumping of an organ (the musical instrument organ, not the male reprodu... oh, forget it).

Personally, I could care less about those who see the need to make Catholicism "phat, funky and fresh". And I care even less about those effete little men whose world really revolves in equal portions around their manginas and their egos. Well... maybe more towards their manginas, or as they would say on The View; Ma-Jay Jays.