Last night, I had to get off the computer lest one more diatribe of hatred and ridicule toward our new pope cause me to sin. A traditional blog I link to, but will probably drop from the roll, went so far as to refer to our new pontiff as a mule, but in far less polite terms. My youngest, reading such trash over my shoulder, remarked that this was as bad as the other extreme of the church that clamors for women's ordination and a wink and a nod at mortal sin.
Truth be told, I was hesitant to log on to the blogosphere today but I'm glad I did, because Father Z said what needed to be said in a way that only a man as gifted as he can. Father MacDonald over at Southern Orders also had a brief but pointed reminder of the value of liturgy that is long on tradition but short on love. Those of you who have thrown some pretty uncharitable tantrums since the election of Pope Francis would do well to go read both of them.
Would I have preferred a pope with a known inclination toward the Extraordinary Form? I cannot tell a lie. Of course I would have, but I am a sinful, weak human being who too often would rather see my own will be done than that of my Father in Heaven. I have seen nothing but gentleness and humility in Pope Francis and I feel assured that he won't compromise on the intrinsic teachings of the faith. In the meantime, I still have a TLM to attend every Sunday and an orthodox pastor who offers a liturgically correct, valid and most reverent Novus Ordo each day.
For the love of God and all that is sacred, give Pope Francis a chance before you hang the crepe of mourning on your balcony or, worse yet, disparage and ridicule the Vicar of Christ before he's even installed.
BTW, I just love that the Mass of Installation will take place on the Feast of the Spouse of the Virgin Mary, St. Joseph, the foster-father of Our Lord Jesus Christ.