It’s cold and damp out here in the barn.
Those good ole boys, Petition the dead horse and Fre3d Capra, have joined me in drinking a little whiskey and rye.
Petition slowly raises his head feebly saying, “Father, just say the black and do the red. Is that too much to ask?” Hearing no reply his head falls back to the floor. You’re a beaten dead horse if you dare ask for what’s right.
Fre3d Capra tries to cheer us up with some songs from the Adoremus Hymnal. But his attempt falls flat as we remember that hymnal rightly belongs in the pews at St. Peter’s and not in my barn. Parishioners asked to keep the hymnals, but you’re a beaten dead horse if you dare ask for what’s right.
There was member of the Finance Council who pointed out potential concerns about parish finances. He, himself would not contribute until his concerns could be allayed. But he was asked to leave the Council. If you attempt to dissent against a dissenter, you will become a beaten dead horse.
There was second member of the Finance Council who also voiced concerns. He too was dismissed. Once again, showing that you are a beaten dead horse if you dare ask for what’s right at St. Peter’s Parish.
More recently, another Finance Council member challenged the way a large sum had been spent without review by the Council. Rather than sign a statement that all was well when one could not be sure that all was well, he resigned from the Council. The point is clear enough now, you are a beaten dead horse if you dare ask for what’s right.
Those good ole boys Petition and Fre3d pour us another round of whiskey and rye. A silent salute is made in tribute to three former Finance Council members, three soldiers of the Church Militant who dared to ask for what’s right.
It’s cold and damp out here in the barn, but those good ole boys Petition and Fre3d have been watching this all happen for two and a half years. If you dare to assent to the teachings of the Church and simple Catholic common sense, you will become a beaten dead horse at St. Peter’s.
So, now it’s time for a purge at the Parish Pastoral Council. Just like at the Finance Council, one can not be allowed to voice an opinion that is counter to the Pastor’s thinking. It is required that your “party” credentials must be spotless to be a member.
A few weeks back, a Council member was asked to resign. That member and his wife had dared to ask for what is right. They did so publicly in this blog, the Sheep of Kephas. But that act of assent to counter dissent was viewed as grounds for dismissal from the Pastoral Council.
Petition, Fre3d, and I had thought about taking the old 1962 pink Rambler and surfboard down to Pensacola, Florida and sit on the beach with our Adoremus Hymnals and sing some Advent standards. However, tonight, here in the cold and damp barn we decided not to go. The fight is here, St. Peter’s is our Parish. We will continue to ask for what’s right, we will continue to fight, even, yes, even if we must be beaten like a dead horse.
Like Petition, I will raise my head and say, “Father, just say the black and do the red. Is that too much to ask?”
Meanwhile, my dear sweet wife will make the long drive to other, saner parishes and pray novenas and make sacrifices, as we all should.
Yes, it’s cold and damp out here in the barn.
Those good ole boys Petition the dead horse and Fre3d Capra have joined me in drinking a little whiskey and rye. And I’ll keep praying for the “status quo ante” until the day that I die.
And the moral of this story is: becoming a beaten dead horse at St. Peter’s is as simple as American Pie.
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the M̶̷̲̅ᴜ̶̷̲̅s̶̷̲̅ɪ̶̷̲̅ᴄ̶̷̲̅ Parish died.
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