Virtual Easter Sunday
the vast majority of us, any participation
in this Holy Week — the culmination of our liturgical lives as Catholics — will
be ... virtual.
In other words
it will not be real participation,
but digital participation. We will use our imaginations and
pretend to be where the liturgy is actually being celebrated by a very select
few, even though we ourselves are simply “watching” the mere moving of
pixels on a monitor
or Smartphone. If you are in the mindset of lotteries (lottos) and gambling,
some of you may enter for a “chance” to be among the selected
chosen to actually attend a Mass in person (wearing a mask — or two
of them — and “socially distancing” ... with only a few “people as pathogens”
Much like the “virtual viewers”,
if you receive Holy Communion (which everyone does anyway, regardless
of mortal sin (after all, Christ is a “good egg,” and winks at our sins,
however appalling) it will not be on the tongue. In some “venues” the priest
will be wearing surgical gloves when he gives Communion (lest he give COVID
to Christ? ... or to “protect” the people and himself). Almost definitely, you
will not be allowed to kneel.
Such a morbid and sinful FEAR of illness and death
(as though you can indefinitely avoid
either, or choose the hour and manner)!
Do the words of Saint John mean
nothing to you?
love casts out fear, because fear has pain. And he that fears,
is not perfected in love. Let us therefore love God, because
God first has loved us.” (1 Saint John 4.18-19)
He does not admonish us to avoid,
at all costs, the inescapable possibility of illness — much less the
absolute certainty of death.
But we fear because
we do not love God as we ought:
shalt love the Lord thy God, with thy whole heart, and with thy whole
soul, and with thy whole mind, and with thy whole strength.”
(Saint Mark 12.30)
What will soon follow this virtual
And not one
of them will be real! They will all be
virtual — one and all,
fictions! And we will “pretend”
that they are real ... and deem ourselves
present in our conspicuous absence.
One thing (apart from death) is
certain. Among our many virtual fictions,
not one will produce a baby!
Ask the masters of virtual
sex, and hence the masters of fiction: the pornographers. They, too,
“stream online” and to a greater audience still! What an abhorrent precedent
to follow on this most holy day of the year!
Boston Catholic Journal
April 4, 2021