Hey, leave me out of this.
To say that the SSPX does not like St. Francis or Franciscans would probably be a gross generalization. However, there is an SSPX chapel/church; it’s a big building . . . in our area. The lay people are not very nice to us. They’re not mean. They’re just not nice.
I went to a funeral there, just a few weeks ago. It was a scorcher. The temp was about 98o and felt like 105. Normally, I wear a habit. That day was hot. I put on grey slacks and a grey clerical shirt. I put the white tab into my shirt pocket. I had to walk. I have congestive heart disease, am diabetic and have leukemia. Needless to say, I don’t tolerate heat well. When I arrived, I was in a panic, because I knew I was late. So . . . I completely forgot the I was wearing clericals and forgot the white tab in my shirt pocket. The man at the door said, “Excuse me Father, are you going inside without your collar?”
I looked at him and said, “I’m Brother and thank you for reminding me.”
Here comes the funny part. He tops it off with, “Oh, just a brother.”
You can’t do that to me at funerals. I have the worse problem trying to control laughter during the most solemn occasions. I thought that was so funny “Oh, just a brother” that I started to laugh. Of course, I suddenly developed a “cough”. Observe quotation marks.
Another time I was waiting for a bus, I was carrying my habit over my shoulders. The woman on the bench asked me if that was a priest’s robe. I told her that it was a habit and that it was so hot, that I was carrying it so as not to get it sweaty. She looked at me said, “Father always wears his cassock.” I asked her for Father’s name. It was the young priest at the SSPX chapel. Little did she know that he and I know each other and are friendly. We’ve stopped for ice cream and conversation at least three or four times. He always pays. They get paid, we don’t.
So far, in my neck of the woods, the score is:
Father SSPX: 10 pts
Lay SSPX: 0 pts
Fraternally,
Br. JR, OSF