Archive for June 26, 2008

1965 was a powerful year, not only because it was the apex of the civil rights movement but there was a quaint shindig dubbed the “Second Ecumenical Council of the Vatican” or, because the Pope likes to kick it street wise, “Vatican II.”

When this climatic symposium ended after its three-year run through FOUR pontiffs (from Pope Paul VI and ending with this guy named Karol Wojtlya), the ruling was basically all priests, bishops and cardinals working at the Vatican were able to wear jeans on Fridays.

This was one of the three largest events in Catholic history where you could say the Church woke up and smelled the 60s, with fashionable decrees such as [come on Catholics, say it with me]:

  • Nostra Aetate – Where people that went to Catholic churches ANYWHERE were actually permitted to befriend other people, regardless of what church they attended. Yeah, permitted. Nice, eh?
  • Dei Verbum – In other words, the guys gathered ’round and discussed the inerrancy and divine inspiration of the “Word of God”. That’s right. The apostles and disciples being led of God wasn’t enough, it took Vatican II to basically confirm what they wrote was good.
  • Presbyterorum Ordinis – This decree focused on the “Order of the Priests”. You know, how they act and what they should do as a priest. Considering the bad string of PR since 1965, it seems the Pope may need to hold a “Vatican III” just for them.


Evidently, B16 misses those ‘swinging sixties,’ so he’s wanting to kick it Ol’ Skool. You see, as a young Joseph Ratzinger was sitting in a corner as an idle ‘theological consultant.’ Dating back to then, the man who would be Pope formed opinions and created preferences.

Serving the Eucharist was no exception. Now, MEMO to all Protestants: in a Catholic church, that’s not “just bread.” It’s a sacrament and transforms into a portion of God’s body when consumed. And that is a wafer best served prostrate and on bended knee.

That’s right. As if there wasn’t enough aerobic activity during mass, now B16 prefers his congregants to dawn the Geritol (or WD40, whichever works) for those creaky knees and THEN take communion.

WHEW! I knew there was a reason I begged my parents to visit a Baptist church those eons ago.

Ted Haggard? Pastor Haggard? You remember the name, right?

He was former president of the uber-influential National Association of Evangelicals. He grew and pastored a church in Colorado Springs that attracted 1000s of folk every week. He probably even trolled streets looking to rescue lost puppies.

Nonetheless, his squeaky clean visage hid a diabolical scar. Underneath that mask was a man who paid for male companionship… and his methamphetamines.

OH, THAT TED HAGGARD. Yeah, well… the man’s got chutzpah. He’s back in Colorado Springs. Note this story from the AP for more details.

Imagine [cue harp music] you’re in a small town, known as one of the big boys on the block, and you do THAT. ALL THAT. And admit it.

Now, you are shunned away by your church, your neighbors and uh, the law. You are disgraced, humiliated and abhorred by many in ecumenical circles. You forsake everything to go create a ‘spiritual restoration program’ (And what’s that anyway? A novelty weekend getaway for misanthrope preachers?)

Fast forward a year-and-a-half, and you are basically forgotten in the news. You can go anywhere where folk don’t you… like, uh, the polar opposite of Cheers. However, you remember the snow and all that fanfare and go straight back to the Lion’s Den. WHAT?!

Ted, you aren’t the Prodigal Son. You can go to someplace where it’s warmer, like Belize or the Congo. Take care of your family, and most importantly, of yourself. Say what you will about his sin. Ted Haggard was at one time an incredible example of servanthood for God. Who knows what happened? Who cares? What’s important is he will prayerfully get restored and serve God… far, far away from the limelight.

Heaven knows his family deserves that much.