It was a beautiful service for Justice Scalia. The Pope, however, cast a pall upon it and all things Catholic.
I watched the entire funeral mass for Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia, in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost.
By me, he was a good man but I write the following not so much for the deceased, but for the living left behind, to include Scalia’s son, Father Paul and later, let us discuss Pope Francis, currently the source of my Catholic shame.
Some mass details included the glory of that church, the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception, the fact that the choir all wore robes….I’m jus’ sayin’, the fact that two clergy almost fell while exiting the church with the coffin and the mass was sung entirely in Latin.
Got all that?
Of course I was most impressed by the mass celebrant, Father Paul Scalia, and what a wonderful job he did conducting the mass of his own father, Lord that had to be difficult. He also sings very well and looks just like his Dad.
Justice Scali9a certainly was a good Catholic in that he had nine children and now with 36 grandchildren….whew!
His son the priest told a story of his father somehow finding himself in his (Father Paul Scalia’s) line and that his father would not even consider confessing to his own son.
Which made me guffaw in that I refuse to do confession with a priest I know much less my own father. I do go to confession once a year, as church rules require, but the thought of confessing any sin to my FORMER Pastor was unthinkable. The thought of giving confession to my CURRENT Pastor….well I’d have to think about it. I always wait until they bring in a boatload of priests that don’t know me and I don’t know them and I confess to a stranger priest.
I’d also note the last time I attended a Catholic funeral the priest dropped dead during the funeral. I had to throw that in because how many people does that happen to?
Justice Clarence Thomas spoke during the funeral but not any kind of eulogy, just some quotes from the bible.
It was a solemn, beautiful mass, left me mesmerized and they had a pretty good choir.
So I end this post, written for the sake of history, with my concerns about this fellow they call the Pope.
And yon reader should bear in mind that right now I am flushed with feelings of pride for the beauty of that ceremony, the seriousness and sincerity of words spoken and songs sung. It was the church I was born into and the church I do so love dearly.
Then there’s this Pope person, posing as head of the Catholic church but driving me mad with his absurd words and actions.
Again, bearing in mind yon ladies and gems that I’ve got anger on the one hand at my church because, what, they couldn’t find anyone else on the planet Earth that knew what to say, and when, and when to just keep his mouth shut and say mass?
I would be just as angry at an Episcopalian head who inserted his or herself into my country’s elections, much less imply that those who want to control their population with careful choice are somehow sinners.
I would also note that the Vatican is surrounded with walls, though I am surely not the first to so note.
Catholics are, as a rule, a quiet, close-to-the-vest lot. Most will defend the Pope but folks…..I can’t stand my Pope.
Others’ mileage may vary but I am somewhat heartbroken that such a mockery at the head of my church subtracts from the glory of the celebration of Antonin Scalia’s life that took place so perfectly today.
Sorry for who I may have offended and I will pray to be forgiven if my sentiments are sinful.
By the way, I am going to my annual confession soon. It’s getting so I even know all these stranger priests they bring in.
May Antonin Scalia rest forever in peace.
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