N.T. Wright rubbishes relativism

O heavenly King, the Comforter, Spirit of Truth, who art everywhere and fillest all things, Treasury of Blessings and Giver of Life: come, dwell within us, cleanse us from all sin and save our souls, O good One.

An infallible church means you can’t rewrite the faith like liberal Protestants want to. (In our way the bishops have less not more power!) Fr Ivan D’Aquilina gets it. (We sin. A lot. But we don’t try and bend the faith to say it’s OK.)

Catholics already have a concept for human experience that’s really guided by the Holy Ghost (not modern upper-middle-class received opinion DBA ‘the Spirit’): tradition.

Quid est veritas? How gauche. How un-po-mo. You’ll never be a superstar academic or be invited back to any other kind of SWPL gathering.

... no professor or editor would ever be such a philistine as to ask: “Well, are those premises true?” (I was rebuked many times in graduate seminars for asking just this, and quickly learned… not to mind being rebuked.)

Conveniently enough, the whole “question of truth” has been “problematized,” so your query would simply be vulgar. It would not serve as a valid starting point for criticizing an essay — but rather as a cultural marker that indicated: You are not one of us. You might as well start sporting a Sons of Confederate Veterans belt buckle, or a t-shirt that reads, “Fire me!”

— John Zmirak

(To turn that class on their heads and really cheese them off ask how relativist they are about abortion.)

But there it is.

Don’t settle for imitations (Inclusive Jesus is a better-made Buddy Jesus marketed to a different class):

In a beautiful poem entitled “The Robe of Christ”, the famous poet Joyce Kilmer explains how easy it is to detect the devil when he “comes in his proper form” and to drive him away with the Sign of the Cross, but how difficult it is to discern the genuineness of a robed Christ who appears with a sad face, a crowned head and wounded hands and feet. He turns to Mary for sure guidance, for “Christ’s Mother knows her Son”. She tells him: “This is the Man of Lies, disguised with fearful art; he has the wounded hands and feet, but not the wounded heart”.

— Cardinal Dias, brought to my attention by Fr Hunwicke

From Fr Jeffrey Steel.