There is no doubt that Sanford is a worldly, ultra-liberal chapel.
It’s prior scandalized many when the SSPX published pics of him (and the future superior general, among others) riding roller coasters (vs St. Pius ax’s exhortation for priests to exhibit a sober and grave demeanor).
And I believe they are also the dialogue mass chapel, with the effeminate band leader gesticulating at the communion rail (French modernism style).
And the prior was also the one who said it was a mortal sin to refuse a deal with Francis.
And the prior was also the one who hosted the foul-mouthed South American “toilet plunging” Monsignor in the rectory for several weeks.
With all that in the background, I guess nothing would surprise me.
Nevertheless, other posters’ points regarding detraction (particularly of a priest/priests) is serious. And is the comment that 6 priests plus two dinners with guests/week will produce a good number of empty bottles:
The prior is French, so he would be accustomed to drinking wine with dinner every day. That will account for 2 bottles at less than 2 glasses/meal.
Then, suppose three of the other 5 priests do the same. Already you are up to 8 empty bottles, drained with complete moderation.
And then perhaps they have 4 guests, 2x/week, and you drain another 3 bottles.
So when it is all said and done, they could be tossing away 10-12 bottles/week, and not one of them ever had a 3rd glass!
On the other hand, if daily life involves wine, cigars, exotic meats and cheeses, luxurious furnishings, servants, butlers, and chauffeurs, then it is difficult to defend against the charge of worldliness.
I remember when I spent a year with the Institute of Christ the King, and was scandalized by such things (ie., It caused me to form the opinion that their excessive fixation on “beauty” was replacing their priestly vocations with the desire to live a Baroque lifestyle, with all its finery).
I was told (by one of their priests) that the priests needed these fineries: We have left our families and our countries, and these little things make it all bearable.
Obviously, I disagreed then, and I disagree today.
I want my priest to be my hero.
He is held to a (much) higher standard than a bum like me.
And if he lives up to the ideal, he will lift me up with him.
And if he fails, I will sink with him.