Who knew? The Roman Catholic Church comprizes twenty-three autonomous particular churches. In the West we have the Roman Rite. In the East we have the Roman Rite and the Syro-Malabar and twenty-one others. They get on much better with each other than we do in the West. They haven't tried to suppress a rite here for a long while. Apparently it was alwasy ok to celebrate the Tridentine Rite, well at least since the middle-ages when the rite developed. All to do with Charles the great as he is called here, or Charlemagne, well I think it's exciting.
For a start the neo-Cats are ok with their idea of a church as a community of communities. A little embarrassingly (usually most of my embarrassments just slip past me unawares) I referred to autonomous particular churches as Esis from Canon Law I had said. The tutor looked puzzled but I told him I'd get the reference. It's an acronym for Ecclesia (ritualis) sui iuris which is latin for and still much simpler to say as Esi. But essentially the neo-cats are reclaiming a heritage. The irish are trying to do that not so much with liturgy but with theology spirituality and discipline in their Celtic Church model. Or as the Abbot of Ealing prefers to pronounce it Cheltic Church (being the heritage of the Women's Institutes of the Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea). Then of course the Oirish object to Roman Catholic Church because they feel it makes them less Irish and they can't call themselves the Irish Church because the Protestants got first bagsy on that one. In England Roman Catholics revel in the title because we certainly aren't Anglicans we are Angels as Pope Gregory had already declared infallibly.
So yeah my mission is fairly simple (notwithstanding the tollywood French-Telugu production of St Therese Demonslayer with Syriac subtitles and the whole final resting place ting). My mission is to breath with the two lungs of Roman and Oriental rites. From Rome I will proudly dust off and polish up the tarnished history of the Padroado of his most Catholic Majesty with it's port to europe and classical western theology and spirituality, capitalism and space travel and quirky post-modernist etc, and through the patrimony of the Mar Toma Nazreenes I can breathe in the legacy of Hinduism, the theology of the middle-east, the spirituality of India, and in this gold rush of mining claims I can stake a claim to the fuller patrimony of the Roman Catholic Church.
Put simply I shall like my hero of the magicko-religious age once and present Rick Miller in his pilgrimages to the new world, aim to establish the Indies as a Church of two Patriachies. The Roman Patriarch of Goa, and the Syro-Malabar Patriarch of Crangamore (the place where Mar Toma landed). It's a simple yet daring plan and will most certainly involve battling with demons, possibly the slaying of dragons, and will under the certainty of heaven lead me to my prize of a french-indian widow (apparently the ideal age for a man's bride is his own age divided by two plus twelve but age is an odd concept and quite internally inconsistent so anywhere from 36 to 50 works for me, Ono as they say in the ads.
Wish me luck and tally ho. Now I know why I need to find a Mar Toma Sliba but I doubt it will cost that much in rupiyah. Oh I should mention I managed to vow away all my inheritance to establish scholarships for Lambadi Tribals at Christ's University. All I had said was couldn't they do more for the poor and one thing led to another. My poor brother was right about me. He might as well curse me now, saves time for when he sees what happens in my Will.
I surrender as always in all things unless distracted to Mar Leoni la Pauvre de Caen
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