A visionary, well known to the writer of this posting, once during a prayer of the Rosary saw the adorable face of Jesus Christ. He was asleep. This brief vision occured during a Sunday afternoon of Winter 2011.

Later on the visionary, who lives alone an afar from Church, read Mass from the Missal of St. Joseph, and discovered to his surprise that the Gospel was about the tempest that made the disciples wake-up the Lord because everyone became afraid to perish.

The visionary does not recall even telling the bureaucrats priests who currently run the Church... perhaps the readers of this blog might understand that some serious storm is approaching.

"Bureaucrat priests". Alas, alas priests are "too busy to do business" nowaday. Post V2 priesthood is too busy doing social works. The churches, and even the cathedrals are left alone all week long. The religious services of the weeks, if you can suffer them, are left to lay people who distribute the pre-consecrated "body of Christ" to a few faithful. Those faithful grab the host and masticate it until sipping a rinse of the pre-consecrated "blood of Christ", and then rush to the parking lot, as if done with the chore of religious duties. The priests are no-where to be seen. Where are the priests? Who knows! fund-raising perhaps, or distributing cans of beans in order to qualify for the 401C3 tax-break.

In a Reno church, St Teresa of the Child Jesus "The Little Flower", a church architectured in the shape of a flying saucer, is a stone of the Ten Commendment offered by the local lodge, as if God had left us with only that! There is however, by God's mercy, a stained glass representing St. John Vianney. The Saint Patron of Parish Priest once at the pulpit said that if you are not a religious person you are damned. Alas this stained window is mere decoration here because except for a few women the church is empty and quiet. It is so quiet that it seems that no-one would dare praying a rosary out-loud; or reciting a litany; or kneel at the Stations of the Cross; or tenderly carress the foot of the Saint; or show a tear towards Our Lady of Guadalupe. The confession is offered once a week for about two hours, and alas the crowded is thin, and in a hurry. During the time of the Curé d' Ars, there was always a priest in cassock at all hours, so the people knew where to go at all hours, but now it is all gone.

Talk to a priest outside of platitudes, and either he dodges the subject, explains his obediences, or simply is without understanding.
 
The real priests of the tradition, outside of the big church ran like a corporation, are also not immune from the post V2 scourge. They too are too busy. They live out of a suit case on a tight schedule given by airlines, or are simply perturbed by long driving distances. How can they pray? How can we become religious?How can we love our God? How can we be enamoured with Our Blessed Mother? How will we be saved from the flames of hell?

Quote from: rowsofvoices9

Some of the holiest priests I have ever known are NO.

What do you use as a yardstick to measure their holiness?  Can you provide some examples without giving up any names, of course.

A visionary, well known to the writer of this posting, once during a prayer of the Rosary saw the adorable face of Jesus Christ. He was asleep. This brief vision occured during a Sunday afternoon of Winter 2011.

Later on the visionary, who lives alone an afar from Church, read Mass from the Missal of St. Joseph, and discovered to his surprise that the Gospel was about the tempest that made the disciples wake-up the Lord because everyone became afraid to perish.

The visionary does not recall even telling the bureaucrats priests who currently run the Church... perhaps the readers of this blog might understand that some serious storm is approaching.

Hiding? under threat? hit team out for her/him? hiding from what/who? Hiding in the head, perhaps? Exists where? Do you have to meet this person at night, remote outpost?