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Fr. Altman

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Fr. Altman has been in the news a lot recently. Many people are sympathetic to Fr. Altman’s zeal, but nevertheless raise some important questions, such as Steve Skojec. Anyway, since I’ll soon be moving to Wisconsin, I thought I’d compile the information about his case which I’ve come across…

1. This article from The Pillar contain the main details.

2. His claims about racism and lynching:

3. An image and commentary found in a March bulletin from Fr. Altman’s parish:

4. This interview where he makes a number of comments about men and women, as well as why women can’t preach (01:36):

5. This graphic which was posted on Patrick Coffin’s Facebook Page:

6. His comments about Church authority and infallibility are found in this article:

Many have jumped on the injection bandwagon, daring to call it our moral duty to take the experimental injection. Dear family, their statement, from the Bishop of Rome on down, is not infallible. No, as we learned in seminary, in the last two thousand years, depending on who’s doing the counting, infallible statements have been made maybe four to seven times – that’s it. Anything else? An Opinion.

Fr. Altman

7. He has been made many appearances where he has offered open criticism to a variety of targets.

The initial ones were produced by Alpha News:

He has also appeared on Church Militant a couple of times:

8. In response to his appearance on Taylor Marshall’s show where he called his bishop a “Nazi” and “Tyrant”, Michael O’Loughlin offered some commentary over the way we speak about our leaders:

As usual, Michael Lofton from Reason and Theology has excellent, balanced material on this sort of thing:

Holy Saturday

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This is a poem about Holy Saturday about the Harrowing of Hades, when Christ descended to the dead and took the righteous souls to Heaven. It is (rather confusingly) called “Limbo” and was written by Sister Mary Ada:

The ancient greyness shifted
Suddenly and thinned
Like mist upon the moors
Before a wind.
An old, old prophet lifted
A shining face and said :
“He will be coming soon.
The Son of God is dead;
He died this afternoon.”

A murmurous excitement stirred
All souls.
They wondered if they dreamed —
Save one old man who seemed
Not even to have heard.

And Moses standing,
Hushed them all to ask
If any had a welcome song prepared.
If not, would David take the task?
And if they cared
Could not the three young children
sing
The Benedicite, the canticle of praise
They made when God kept them from
perishing
In the fiery blaze?

A breath of spring surprised them,
Stilling Moses’ words.
No one could speak, remembering
The first fresh flowers,
The little singing birds.
Still others thought of fields new ploughed
Or apple trees
All blossom – boughed.
Or some, the way a dried bed fills
With water
Laughing down green hills.
The fisherfolk dreamed of the foam
On bright blue seas.
The one old man who had not stirred
Remembered home.

And there He was
Splendid as the morning sun and fair
As only God is fair.
And they, confused with joy,
Knelt to adore
Seeing that he wore
Five crimson stars
He never had before.

No canticle at all was sung.
None toned a psalm, or raised a
greeting song.
A silent man alone
Of all that throng
Found tongue —-
Not any other.

Close to His heart
When the embrace was done,
Old Joseph said,
“How is Your Mother,
How is Your Mother, Son?”

I love the thought that St. Joseph’s first question was to ask about his wife 🙂

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