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Ex- Jesuit "marries" Ex-Benedictine monk
Closed Cafeteria ^ | July 17, 2006 | Gerald Augustinus

Posted on 07/17/2006 6:37:26 AM PDT by NYer

(former Jesuit seminarian, to be exact) Excerpts from a New York Times article - and, no, this is neither fiction nor satire. A "wedding" ceremony incorporating every stupid New Age liberal thing you can think about - mind you, some of it can be found in some more nutty dioceses - like the "prayer to the four directions" - like Los Angeles. They really managed to stuff everything into one ceremony. It's incredibly funny, regardless of the homosexual context, given how corny it is.

THE groom’s mother wore a peach silk suit and an expression of mingled happiness, anxiety and bemusement. The other groom’s mother wore a peacock-blue dress and a similar expression, one that seemed to combine “I can’t believe this is happening” with “What a beautiful day, what a lovely chapel, what nice well-dressed people — just like a real wedding.”

...I was a huppah holder at this gay Christian wedding, and our routine was intricately choreographed.

The huppah, in the Jewish tradition, is a canopy, often made from a prayer shawl, whose corners are held up on poles by four people close to the wedding couple. But these grooms, Randy and Michael, were Catholic — super Catholic in fact. Michael had been a seminarian, preparing for the Jesuit priesthood in a former life, and Randy a Benedictine monk, deeply steeped in prayer, contemplation and service.

So why, as my Brooklyn-raised father carefully asked, would they want a huppah? The thing is, when you put “Catholic” and “gay wedding” together, you come out with one inevitable conclusion: an extravaganza of rituals.

And that’s what this was. We started in a circle of 100 people, holding hands, blessing and thanking earth, sky and the four directions. We then moved into some Christian sacred dance, all about breaking bread and feeding one another. While the rest of the wedding party proceeded into the chapel, wearing burgundy and orange ribbon stoles and holding long-stemmed gerbera daisies, three fellow Jews and I struggled outside to mount the huppah.

In a typical Jewish wedding, our task would have been simple: Don’t let the huppah sag, and don’t sneeze during the ceremony. But this huppah was not just a huppah. First, it was a quilt, created by the grooms’ families and friends, with squares that read “Two Boys Dancing” and “I don’t even know how to think straight.” Then it was to become a kind of medieval coat of arms, which we were to carry folded to the altar where we would unfurl it into a backdrop for the ceremony. And later it would become an altar cloth, an anchor for the Bible and a robe.
.............

When the communion part of the ceremony rolled around, the priest in Michael took over; he grabbed the plate of bread and held it aloft.

“Bread! What does it make you think of?”

Answers poured forth: “Earth.” “Seeds.”

“Our bodies!” Michael cried.

And I realized why monastics can be so sexy. It’s not just the repression. It’s also the sense that the miracle is contained within the body, the body within the miracle. Seeing Randy watching Michael with the same realization written all over his face, I blushed.

“Michael and Randy don’t want you just to witness their ceremony,” said the minister, a petite lesbian with spiky platinum-tipped hair. “They want you to be co-celebrants with them, and they promise — we promise — that if you open yourselves fully to this experience, you will be transformed. Are you willing?”

“Yes!” the assembled roared.

AS greedy for transformation as the next girl, I held up my corner of the huppah as the first hour of the ceremony rolled by. A unity candle was lighted, hymns were sung, and a monk what kind of monk would that be ? with a beautiful tenor voice played sacred music on the guitar. Everything — the music, the decorations, the grooms’ outfits (black pants, white shirts imprinted with the motif of a sacred Hawaiian flower) — had been selected with exquisite care.

I snapped out of my reverie when the huppah changed roles to become an altar cloth for communion.

I had never taken communion, out of respect and also out of a vague fear that, as a Jew, I would be struck with thunderbolts if I did. But the minister and Michael and Randy said this communion was for everyone, that it could mean whatever we wanted it to, and after all it was challah. So I stood in line, dunked my bread in the cider, and was generously showered with a Jesus-free blessing by a minister friend.
....

Randy and Michael’s eyes were wet as they turned to each other to recite their vows. I stood behind them, conscious of beautiful masculine energy that was cascading between them.

They promised to cherish each other, fight side by side for justice and dedicate their marriage to protecting the earth. Then Michael looked at Randy and said, “Randy, I would die for you.”

I blinked back streaky mascara tears.
...
Rings exchanged, they turned and faced friends and family, a sea of loving faces. Not one dry eye in the house. We wrapped the huppah around them, so they were like two tall teddy bears swaddled in well-wishes. It would be nice if we could protect them this way, from the hatred and fear of those who might find their union abhorrent I'm not afraid, I'd find a wedding like this pricelessly funny under any circumstances, but we knew that was impossible. Linking themselves solidly and visibly to each other, they become twice targeted, and yet infinitely strengthened.
.....

Together, we all marched onward and outward to bright sunlight and chicken breasts in apricot sauce: the gay Catholics, the nominally straight Jews, the Midwestern families who had traveled long distances in more ways than one, the whole motley collection of pagans, ex-priests, Buddhists, actors and singers, each of whom had absorbed the ceremony in their way.

It wasn’t a legal wedding. Even so, it made me think the Right is correct in fearing same-sex unions. There is such power in this kind of brave and naked love that it may make the walls of Jericho come tumbling down. I am truly frightened! I swear, liberals really crack me up - they think we're just out there with the pitchforks, waiting to tar and feather them. And they're right. Just kidding.


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To: NYer

Excuse me while I yak!


41 posted on 07/17/2006 12:36:47 PM PDT by diamond6 (Everyone who is for abortion have been born. Ronald Reagan)
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To: ArrogantBustard
three fellow Jews and I struggled outside to mount the huppah.

Yikes! In the context of this article, that sentence reads like they were trying to do something unspeakable to each other. Or something.

Oy. This thread's dangerous! I went to the NYT webpage and gagged when I saw the cartoon.

42 posted on 07/17/2006 12:37:48 PM PDT by Carolina
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To: AnAmericanMother

Thanks for the reference!


43 posted on 07/17/2006 12:48:21 PM PDT by Convert from ECUSA (The Arab League jihad continues on like a fart in an elevator - FR American in Israel)
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To: DBeers

Been even busier than lately, just saw this piece of idiocy. Read a few sentences... list material, I believe.


44 posted on 07/17/2006 1:31:40 PM PDT by little jeremiah
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To: NYer
But the minister and Michael and Randy said this communion was for everyone, that it could mean whatever we wanted it to...

Well, that's about as clear an explanation as you can get...

45 posted on 07/17/2006 2:07:46 PM PDT by thegreatbeast
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To: NYer
When the communion part of the ceremony rolled around, the priest in Michael took over; he grabbed the plate of bread and held it aloft.

“Bread! What does it make you think of?”

Answers poured forth: “Earth.” “Seeds.”

“Our bodies!” Michael cried

Hot dogs!!!

Ball games!!!

Bench-clearing brawls!!!!

Yeah!!!!!!!!!

46 posted on 07/17/2006 2:25:49 PM PDT by marshmallow
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To: Notwithstanding

I'm sure he fit well in the Jesuits.


47 posted on 07/17/2006 3:36:26 PM PDT by steve8714
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To: Mrs. Don-o
a proven heterosexual

Dare I ask how this was proven :-)?

48 posted on 07/17/2006 3:49:18 PM PDT by NYer (Discover the beauty of the Eastern Catholic Churches - freepmail me for more information.)
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To: Mrs. Don-o
He later married (with church permission), Sr. Viola, one of the nuns in the community. He is General Minister and Spiritual Father.

Apologies .... I didn't read far enough. For some odd reason, I was under the impression that John Michael Talbot was a religious.

49 posted on 07/17/2006 3:56:20 PM PDT by NYer (Discover the beauty of the Eastern Catholic Churches - freepmail me for more information.)
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To: NYer


2 selfish and self absorbed men with abnormal same sex attraction pretend they are married.

They are NOT in the eyes of God!


50 posted on 07/17/2006 3:59:31 PM PDT by dcnd9
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To: NYer

Oops! Whoa! I was wrong and I apologize. John Michael Talbot's monastery does have canonical status as a Franciscan community comprising both "monastic and domestic spirituality" (meaning they have vowed celibates, married people, and lay associates.) Anyhow his marriage did not involve vow-breaking and is kosher as far as the Church is concerned.


51 posted on 07/17/2006 4:43:29 PM PDT by Mrs. Don-o (Oremus.)
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To: NYer

I wonder if one of them stomped on a glass to predict how many children one of them would give birth to?


52 posted on 07/17/2006 4:51:47 PM PDT by investigateworld (Abortion stops a beating heart)
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To: 2ndMostConservativeBrdMember; afraidfortherepublic; Alas; al_c; american colleen; annalex; ...

Sick, to say the least.


54 posted on 07/17/2006 10:07:20 PM PDT by Coleus (Roe v. Wade and Endangered Species Act both passed in 1973, Murder Babies/save trees, birds, algae)
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To: NYer
The Rev. Michael Jude Fay, right, and Cliff Fantini bought a Florida condo together.

Priest's extravagant lifestyle leads to downfall

Connecticut diocese demands resignation

02:41 PM CDT on Sunday, July 9, 2006

New York Times News Service

DARIEN, Conn. — The Rev. Michael Jude Fay had his hair highlighted each spring at a local salon at prices of $85 or more, his hairdresser said. His vacation getaway was an ocean-view condominium in Florida that he owned with a close friend from Philadelphia. And he repeatedly spent thousands of dollars on luggage, jewelry, and designer clothes, even though his salary was a modest $28,000 a year.

To many of his parishioners at St. John Roman Catholic Church in Darien, Fay's lavish ways came as a shock nearly two months ago when the Diocese of Bridgeport demanded his resignation because of questions about his suitability for the priesthood, his lifestyle, and his financial stewardship of the church.

To those parishioners, he was the dutiful son of a New Jersey police officer and an advocate for the poor in wealthy Fairfield County. At times aloof, he was also sensitive in dealing with grief-stricken parishioners and showed flair in producing Broadway-style plays with local talent.

“People loved him,” said Richard Manegio, a Darien businessman whose ex-wife relied on Fay when she was battling cancer.

But a handful of parishioners, current and former employees and local merchants had nursed suspicions for years about the longtime pastor. In interviews, they — and investigators, lawyers and church officials who came into the case more recently — said Fay's taste for the gilded life seemed to have spun out of control in recent years.

“He was the most high-class priest I've ever seen,” said Frank Colandro, the owner of a deli across the street from the church, mentioning Fay's expensive-looking shoes and watches. And the more Fay spent, his critics say, the more autocratic and secretive he became about the church's finances.

Parishioners say there were warning signs about his spending, such as a black-tie bash he threw for himself at the Pierre Hotel, one of the premier hotels in New York, in May 2003 to commemorate his 25th anniversary in the priesthood. But the Bridgeport Diocese did not pressure him to step aside until this year, after private investigators hired by the parish's bookkeeper and associate pastor documented at least $200,000 in questionable spending by Fay.

Now, FBI agents are investigating his case, and parish officials have been passing the plate at services with extra pleas for offerings to ease the parish's debt load.

The diocese, which violated its own policy by not auditing the parish's finances for more than five years, has said it will not comment on Fay until its own investigation is done.

Fay has not commented publicly, nor have the two lawyers who have told investigators they represent him. Attempts to obtain a comment from Fay were unsuccessful. His 85-year-old mother, Mildred Fay, said in a brief interview, “He's a wonderful person, and he's been wrongly accused.”

Even people who thought they knew him well now say Fay, 55, has become a riddle to them. “This is a shock,” said Ken Bruno, a building inspector in Palisades Park, N.J., whose children were confirmed by Fay about eight years ago. “I'm still trying to make sense of it.”

Fay's story begins in Palisades Park, a tight-knit, working-class town that barely covers one square mile. His father, Martin Terrance Fay, was a co-captain of the football team at St. Cecilia High School in Englewood, N.J., just as a new assistant coach, Vince Lombardi, was taking the team to new heights.

Martin Fay served in the Marine Corps during World War II and played minor-league football briefly until an injury sidelined him. Joining the Palisades Park police force in 1946, he ultimately became its chief. And when he died 10 years ago, the borough mourned, according to Frank A. Patti, a mortician who doubled until recently as the town historian.

Fay “comes from good stock,” Patti said.

Michael James Fay, the third of the Fays' five children, attended the local parish school, was active in Catholic youth organizations and appeared in a school play.

None of Fay's siblings responded to requests for interviews.

After a stint at St. Francis University, in Loretto, Pa., he earned a degree from St. Mary's Seminary in Baltimore in 1977, adopted the middle name Jude and earned a Master of Arts degree in 1986 from Manhattan College, according to school records.

After being ordained in 1978, he worked as parochial vicar at some of Connecticut's most prosperous parishes, including St. Paul in Greenwich and St. Aloysius in New Canaan.

In 1991, he was put in charge of another wealthy parish, St. John, Darien's oldest Roman Catholic church. Parishioners say he urged them to show compassion to the needy, and they obliged by putting $10,000 or more a week into the church's collection baskets.

Parishioners also appreciated the spirited theatrical productions he helped direct at the church, including “Nunsense,” “Guys and Dolls” and “Fiddler on the Roof.”

Starting in 2000, Fay's star seemed to rise. Sacred Heart University honored him for community service in 2002, and the Bridgeport Diocese appointed him to a sexual misconduct review board that year.

For all his outward success, it was evident that Fay had an appetite for little luxuries, such as the blond highlights his Darien hairdresser said he put in his hair.

A small bridal shower he threw for a Sunday school teacher had a three-piece combo and jaw-dropping flower arrangements, a person who attended said.

Parishioners said he spent thousands of dollars sprucing up the church and expanding the house where the priests lived. When one parent questioned the cost of a tapestry, Fay cut her off by saying, “What makes you think it wasn't a gift?” said Regina Damanti, a parishioner who heard the exchange.

Investigators say that friends and family of Fay seemed to receive special privileges or favors from the parish. For instance, the church paid last fall to fly another priest from Baltimore to Fort Lauderdale, Fla., where Fay owns a condominium, parish records show.

Fay also asked the church's caretaker to paint his mother's home in New Jersey and to repair the bungalow he once owned in western Connecticut, on church time, the investigators said.

Ellen Patafio, who was the parish's secretary from November 2004 until she quit in February, said Fay “really changed a lot over the time I worked there.”

Parishioners would call the office, wanting to discuss their problems with the priest, she said, and “every time Jude would get on the phone, he'd roll his eyes.”

Over time, she and others said, they noticed that he left more of the pastoral work to his parochial vicar, the Rev. Michael J. Madden.

Fay learned he had prostate cancer, but Patafio and other parishioners said he cited problems from the cancer to avoid duties he disliked. He called it playing his “cancer card,” they said.

Bishop William E. Lori of Bridgeport told a recent gathering of parishioners that he may have given Fay latitude because he assumed the priest was in dire health. The severity of Fay's cancer problems is not known.

Fay did not relinquish his tight control over the church's finances, however, according to accounts provided by Patafio; the church's bookkeeper, Bethany D'Erario; her lawyer, Mickey Sherman; and the investigators she and Madden hired in May to look into possible improprieties at the church.

Fay typically kept donations to the church in his desk drawer instead of promptly depositing them in the church's bank account, making it difficult to track how the funds were used, said Vito Colucci Jr., one of the investigators hired by Madden.

In recent years, Fay also picked the members of the church's lay boards rather than let parishioners cast ballots, as they once did. None of the members of the parish's finance council returned calls seeking comment.

At least one member of the finance council, William Besgen, attended the black-tie event that Fay had at the Pierre Hotel in 2003, according to a seating list and Besgen's lawyer.

In the spring of 2005, Fay and his friend from Philadelphia, Cliff Fantini, a wedding consultant, jointly bought a $449,100 condo in Fort Lauderdale, property records show. Furnishings and monthly cable bills were charged to the parish, church records show.

The two men are also listed as tenants of a luxury apartment on East 63rd Street in New York, the building's staff said. Fantini, known professionally as Cliff Martell, also stayed at the rectory for extended periods, Patafio said.

Patafio said Fay showered gifts, meals and trips on Fantini. “Jude was always chasing after him,” she said.

Fantini did not respond to multiple messages left at his home.

In April, the bookkeeper and Madden took their concerns to the diocese. Fay appeared before the bishop on May 9 to respond to the allegations but left without being relieved of his duties.

Frustrated, the bookkeeper and Madden asked Colucci and Wendy Kleinknecht, another investigator, to review records the bookkeeper had copied. On May 17, the investigators took their findings to the Darien police. The bishop asked Fay to resign and to leave the premises that same day.

Parishioners say they have not seen him since, although his sister Kathleen showed up recently to retrieve his personal belongings, including a cabinet full of Waterford crystal he left behind.


Online at: http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/dws/dn/religion/stories/070906dnrelpriest.3f98c0b9.html

55 posted on 07/17/2006 10:11:00 PM PDT by Notwithstanding (OEF vet says: I love my German shepherd - Benedict XVI reigns!)
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To: NYer

Reminds me of a Fellini movie...except I see no mention of mimes, midgets, or fat men eating pasta.


56 posted on 07/18/2006 12:15:48 AM PDT by torqemada ("Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!")
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To: torqemada
Reminds me of a Fellini movie ...

ROFL!! All that was missing from the wedding was ...


57 posted on 07/18/2006 6:17:26 AM PDT by NYer (Discover the beauty of the Eastern Catholic Churches - freepmail me for more information.)
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To: Notwithstanding
he earned a degree from St. Mary's Seminary in Baltimore in 197

St. Mary's was featured prominently in Goodbye, Good Men.

Unfavourably.

58 posted on 07/18/2006 7:28:58 AM PDT by ArrogantBustard (Western Civilisation is aborting, buggering, and contracepting itself out of existence.)
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To: Cheverus; livius; NYer; Coleus; John O; GOP_Party_Animal
I was disappointed to see that it wasn't Dan Schutte and his boyfriend

As someone who played and sang Dan Schutte's songs at my Jesuit High school, I was thrilled to meet him as a Freshman at Marquette University in 1983 (A fairly conservative campus as far as the Jesuits go).  I spent a lot of time at the volunteer office as did he.  He was very nice and had a great, warm personality.  (Mind you, I don't have just 1 Y chromosome, I've have 2! :-)

Then, just before Junior year, my friends and I went to our usual spot at the beach on Lake Michigan in late August.  And there was Dan in a speedo right on the invisible line that divided the beach from the gay section.  I was bummed.  It wasn't long after that I heard he left.

Dan has a web presence here: http://www.danschutte.com.  In the song books I've seen lately, it seems that some songs I thought were attributed to him have now gone to a generic publishing rights owner.

 

59 posted on 07/18/2006 8:14:19 AM PDT by Incorrigible (If I lead, follow me; If I pause, push me; If I retreat, kill me.)
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To: Incorrigible
My rather conservative father-in-law, former Lutheran, kind of likes Dan Schutte's music. I don't. Can't wait to let him know that Schutte plays for the other team.
60 posted on 07/18/2006 9:41:58 AM PDT by GOP_Party_Animal
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