Fully one-half of St. Stephen’s parish, and that’s approximately 750 people, arrived in September 2020 with me. The virus circulating at the time sent us there. We endured five months of our churches being closed, and we could not endure one more week without confession and Holy Communion.
Since then, we have learned of the deception in the modernist church and in its leader. It all came out (see New Movie in the More tab), and more has followed since. The pope could receive daily communion, but not us. He took care of himself, but not us.
I was listening to a priest who trains priests on how to say the Latin Mass (it’s somewhere in the Faith category). Suddenly, a priest in the training program said, “I’m angry.” The trainer rubbed his face worriedly, wondering if he had said something offensive. He asked why the trainee was angry, and the trainee said, “I was lied to.”
That is what happened to me in 1969 when the new Mass was adopted. That and other little things, which I have told sympathetic friends but won’t go into here, alerted me that something was up. No one told us how the new Mass came about, and I went along with it until 2020 when, over the next year, I found out what had happened. The anger has turned into determination to resist.
Same with the current resident at 1600, who has enriched himself and his family while making American schoolchildren stay at home and forcing parents to find alternatives or be fired or furloughed because of mandates. He took care of himself, but not us.
I know of one church south of San Francisco, and I won’t say its name because I don’t want to embarrass the pastor, where the police showed up at the rectory and told him to shudder the church. Search the internet for historical plagues and find the priests who refused to allow closure by any authority, civil or ecclesiastical.
I hope my website lives beyond me as a warning to future Catholics. “Never let a Catholic church be closed again.” Learn from our mistakes and keep a calm head when hysteria surrounding pestilence surrounds you.
The pictures below are so beautiful, all recent photos, not nostalgia, two showing rows of priests saying Mass at rows of altars, which is something I saw as a boy. A Catholic priest narrates.