Today at 2 PM may be the commencement of my excommunication from the Roman Catholic Church. Hallelujah! One might ask what dastardly deed will I be engaged in. Just for fun, I looked up the ‘actions’ that can bring on that renting of relationship with the church.
- Procuring of abortion
- Apostasy: The total rejection of the Christian faith.
- Heresy: The obstinate post-baptismal denial of some truth, which must be believed with divine and Catholic faith.
- Schism: The rejection of the authority and jurisdiction of the pope as head of the Church.
- Desecration of sacred species (Holy Communion)
- Physical attack on the pope
The first and last are out; this leaves the other 4. Hmm, probably.
Rather, today at 2 PM I will be participating in the ordination of a person with no y-chromosomes! Can you imagine that!! She doesn’t have the right ‘stuff.’ One must have a penis to become a priest because…well…. because…
At the church this afternoon there will be a ‘no photograph area’ for those Catholics who fear that their photo will appear on the news or in the newspaper. Poor schleps.
I, on the other hand, will not be sitting there. In fact, I am thinking about wearing a name tag.
I wonder what a letter of excommunication looks like? If I receive one, I’ll be sure to post it here. I further wonder if the letter will be accompanied by a wallet-size excommunication card that I can flash at anyone investigating my current religious affiliation. “May I see your RA card, sir?”
What a hoot. Stay tuned, fellow bloggers, for updates to this post.
Wish me well.
I may be going to Hell!
Over 100 people were in attendance for the service including members of faiths other than R. Catholic. A sprinkling of RC clergy were in attendance as well, those brave souls not heeding the orders from the Toledo bishop or Mother Superior. The bishop warned all priests of the diocese that they would face serious consequences if they attended. Imagine the foolishness!
Fear. It was all about control. The RC hierarchy is afraid that their time as the good old boy’s club is over. There are serious cracks in the foundation and, like Jericho, them walls will soon be falling down. But not without a fight, naturally.
In an email this AM, my son asked if we were yet excommunicated. Instant excommunication is rare, but we may not ‘survive’ the week. I’m anxious! It was told around the table during refreshments that a priest who acknowledged the authority of women priests a year ago received his excommunication papers by FedEx. I’ll check out the 4 PM truck each afternoon for my ‘delivery.’
Video of the service c/o David Yonke, Toledofaves.com