Why I am a Sede
Cur Sede sum
I am a sedevacantist, and I’ve been one for going on seven years. That’s a proper 1958 sede. Before that I was a relapsed cradle Catholic. I attend mass usually every second week, sometimes more often. It’s a long drive. Our priests are courageous, their sermons are usually inspiring, the lines to confession are long, the churches are filled with families with many children. And yet I pray for the day when I can go to the beautiful church in the Italian village where I live and not be subjected to the awful heresies of the novus ordo mass.
Us sedes have a bad name. Apparently we are argumentative. Here is the wonderful Fr. Nix having a shot at a reader in his comments:
You sedes would have 100x more converts if you wouldn’t make so many false accusations. Please provide proof of your accusation from this article or any other one I have written.
And that is from an article where Fr. Nix is more or less selling the sede position, a move that he has been warily dancing around for some time now. Apparently people are terrified about being labeled a sedevacantist. I have no idea why; I’m happy to let people know if they ask me or if the subject comes up. Nobody has ever taken a shot at me for it. A grubby little part of me would perhaps like to bathe in the pretended glory that I am something of a martyr for my sede stance, but the fact is that I am nothing of the sort.
I became a sede because I value truth above all things, and I am able to logically put pieces together, observe the facts of the matter, and come to a conclusion. And then act on it. And for the past sixty odd years the visible Church has been taken over by satanists and freemasons, (although I repeat myself). They must take such glee in seeing the faithful bow and scrape at the odd scrap that they throw down from their high table. The latest is the plea to your local bishop for permission to say the Latin mass, which if successful you will be able to enjoy for a measly couple of years.
The three popes after Vatican II did their best to heat the water slowly. The last two usurpers to the throne have dialed up the heat with abandon. They don’t care anymore that you suspect or that you even may know in your heart the true and awful nature of things, because they are supremely confident that you will not act. Because you must remain “obedient” even in the face of outright heresy. Well, I will not submit to an occupied Rome, nor pretend that it is something that it is most obviously not.
You can practice any form of Christianity, or indeed any religion that you like, from Buddhism to Islam to ugga-booga in the Amazon rain forest, and the fiends in the Vatican will not only give you a free pass but will actively bless your misguided faith. But there is one form of religion that they will not bless, that they will curl up their lips and sneer at and draw away from like vampires recoiling from garlic:
And that is sedevacantism. That they will not condone. You won’t even receive permission to be buried in a local church if you’re a sedevacantist, as happened to a member of our parish a couple of years ago. The latest miserable excuse for a pope will happily worship with the heirs to the church of England, a heretical sect that persecuted and martyred Catholics, but he would not dare to do the same with any sedevacantist. How can he so easily worship with people who are not Catholics? The simple answer is that he himself and all of the other cardinals and bishops are not Catholic.
So put on your thinking caps and work it out. It’s not hard. But actually, it is hard. Because so many of you out there are “terrified of being labeled a sedevacantist” Well let me tell you what I am terrified of; I’m terrified of dying and our Lord Jesus Christ saying that He never knew me.