This is a partial copy of Fr. Kalchick's homily on Sept. 9. I found this on Fr. Kevin M. Cusick's twitter page, although it was not his tweet. I am not technically able to do all of the things other people can do when they post tweets. So in this homily, we see a priest of unequivocal FAITH. I don’t know if I would have been so outspoken
Well this seems to be quite a different take on what should be done than what the Church is currently doing. As of now Archbishop McCarrick (yes he still retains that title) is currently residing in a 2.5 million dollar mansion the diocese owns and is being given $200,000+ worth of private security annually. I would suppose he also is still collecting his pension. All that being paid for by you and me. So far the only penalty he has to pay for his years of abuse is to hand in a little red hat he wore.
Fr Kalchik my hero!! I wonder if he might be a saint, bless him. Prayers for the poor man and his family. He has had a big Cross led on him. Many, many prayers. Well at least he got to be famous, if that's any consolation. Cardinal Stupich has proved himself stupid once again by making a martyr out of this young priest. He should have waited a few weeks till things got quiet and moved him off to a parish, quietly in the middle of nowhere. He would never have been heard tell off again. Now by this collossal act of stupidity he has another St Joan of Arc on his hands. This is global news. Stupid Cardinal Stupich. Yet another bullet fired into his own poor foot. A foot already very well riddled with his own bullets.
Padraig, Yep! It feels like the Triumph of Our Lady's Immaculate Heart could in fact be occurring as many believe that it is. No one said it was going to be easy going, in fact, many saints have said it was going to be very difficult for awhile. Prayers continuing for Father Paul Kalchik. May God and Our Lady bless him and protect him!
Apparently Fr Kalchik was himself molested twice, once by a priest. I can't blame him for making a stand.
Where those two boyos were standing, I hope they had a fireproof floor. Father Kalchik enraged the perverts with the one thing they all can't stand, the Truth, and Cupich has panicked, like them all, because of the one thing they all lack, self-control.
Fr Kalchik will be in our prayers, along with his parish who now will suffer the loss of him. This man is being made martyr for the Truth and is carrying this cross thanks be to God. You nailed it DeGaulle. Today's reading from Wisdom is spot on.
https://www.churchmilitant.com/news/article/one-priests-plea-to-pope-francis ONE PRIEST’S PLEA TO POPE FRANCIS NEWS: US NEWS Church Militant • ChurchMilitant.com • September 6, 2018 125 Comments Chicago dominated by gay mafia for decades His Holiness: Francis I Domus Sanctae Marthae Vatican City 00120 August 28, 2018 Your Holiness: I write this letter as a priest and as a pastor, but also as the victim of child sexual abuse. In this letter, I make an appeal to you to act as Peter and intervene and end the control of the Church here in America by Judases: men who put on a pretense of being a disciple but, like Judas, betray Christ at every opportunity they get. Let me explain my request. When I was a young boy of 11, I was sexually abused by a neighbor, a man who, instead of driving me home, drove me in his car to a garage, and once in the garage in a locked, car abused me. As this age, I did not really know about sex, let alone predatory homosexuals. After the man finished his abuse of me, I was finally able to break free from his control and get out of his locked car, his locked garage, locked yard and I found my way home in the night. Once in the house, I stripped off my torn and bloody clothes and scalded myself in the bath. The water could not be hot enough to wash the stink of that man off of me. The water could not be hot enough to wash the stink of that man off of me.Tweet That night, I bundled up all my bloody clothes and hid them in the neighbor's garbage can; I did not want anyone to know what had happened to me. In the weeks after the abuse, the same man tried to trick me again into his car. He would wait outside my school, and once I spotted him, I would go back into school and out of another door to make my way home. I never let this man near me again. Time passed and, eventually, this man moved on to easier targets. I learned my lesson, and to this day I will never get into a car with anyone I don't know. Even as an adult, I've traveled the world, but never by taxi. Never again in my life will I get into any vehicle with a stranger. Children are resilient, and I was blessed with good parents and a good pastor in my home parish. My pastor over time was able to explain to me what had happened, and why what happened to me was not my fault. "It's not your fault," he said. "You're a good-looking boy with bright blue eyes, tall for your age and this man found you an easy target. Your parents taught you to be trusting and kind, but not all people are to be trusted!" Time passed and, at 17 years of age, I wrote to St. John the Baptist Province of Franciscans and, in the fall of 1979, began studies to become a Franciscan priest. All went well with the Franciscans, and the Jesuit priests from whom I took my instruction at the University of Detroit were exceptional and holy men. I took two years of ancient Greek from Fr. Ed Miller and also studied the gospels in their original languages from him, and to this day, I have never met another man as smart and as holy as he. In the aftermath of a priest sexually abusing me at 19, Fr. Miller would prove to be my savior. His words of encouragement and his prayers would keep me from killing myself in the aftermath of sexual abuse. But, I am jumping the gun here, so I will backtrack. As a young Franciscan, we were encouraged by the friars to have an apostolate. To accomplish this, I began working between courses at a large nursing home in Detroit, the Bertha Fisher Home for the Aged, run by the Little Sisters of the Poor. I found that working as an orderly suited me well, so back in Chicago on summer break, and following my mother's recommendation, I applied to work in a large Catholic nursing home in the Chicago suburbs: Villa Scalabrini. At Scalabrini, I was hired on the spot, literally. That summer, my father let me use his fancy sports car, and after parking it amongst the shabby old vehicles in the Scalabrini lot, a middle-aged, very fat priest approached me and asked me what I was doing with such a fancy car in his parking lot. I told him the truth: "My mother sent me over here to inquire about working here at Scalabrini over the summer. I am a seminarian with the Franciscans and already have experience working as an orderly. My father takes the bus to work, this is his new car." The old priest responded, "My name is Father Larry Cozzi and I am the administrator of this facility. I am certain you will do well. Come back tomorrow morning at seven and report in to Mrs. Becker, she is the nursing coordinator." I could not live with what gay predators had done to me — not once, but twice.Tweet And that was that; applying for a job at Scalabrini was just that simple, that is if you were a tall young man with bright blue eyes. And things went well for the first part of the summer of 1982. Father Cozzi would take me off of the nursing wing from time to time; "Take a break with me, Paul, the lunch served in my dining room is so much better than the staff cafeteria." And as my own pastor, Fr. Corbo, was a frequent dinner guest at our family home, I took no note of how odd all this was, to my detriment. Things went well up until August in 1982 when Fr. Cozzi announced that he really needed me to work the night shift: "Paul, it's impossible to get good people to work this overnight shift. You're just the man for the job." As a mature adult now, at 56, I still fault myself for what would play out in the middle of the night a week or two after this shift change. That night, Fr. Cozzi lured me away from the patient floors of the facility to the basement wing, beyond the kitchen "to have some nice dinner, as compared to your bag lunch from home." After I went into his dining room, he came in after me and bolted the door, turned out the lights and began to abuse me. I froze and as he worked me over. I tried to shut out what was happening in my mind, all the trauma of the abuse 10 years prior flooding back, blindsided a second time and hating myself all the more for not seeing it coming. While the abuse played out, I clung to the bookshelves, along a wall in the room, trying to disappear into them, I wanted the Earth to swallow me and remove me from the spot. Enough said: After the abuse ended, I walked out of the facility never to return and made my way to my home parish Holy Rosary on Western Avenue in Chicago and waited for my pastor to finish the morning Mass. After Mass was over, I asked the pastor, Fr. Alfred Corbo, to hear my confession and he heard it. I told him everything that transpired. I wanted to die. I felt so dirty and I could not cope with what had taken place, I just sat in a chair in his office, and cried. While I sat in the parish office, opposite Fr. Corbo's desk, I watched him go to work, making phone calls, trying to help me, the broken young man before him, as best he could. Father Corbo called Scalabrini and confronted Fr. Cozzi for what he did to me. Father Corbo called and talked to someone in Cdl. Cody's chancery and reported what had happened to me. And as the good priest and pastor that he was, he did his best to reassure me that I could go on with my plan to be ordained a Franciscan priest — to go on with it all. Villa Scalabrini And I took what Father Corbo said to heart, and for a couple of years, I jumped through the formation hoops with becoming a Franciscan priest, but I still wanted to die. I just wanted to exit out. I could not live with what gay predators had done to me — not once, but twice. During this period of time, I was diagnosed with chronic major depression with suicidal ideations. And even more tragic than this psychological diagnosis was a shattered faith.
Continuation 2nd Part ONE PRIEST’S PLEA TO POPE FRANCIS In the abuse's aftermath, I did not know what I believed, nor who to believe, nor who could be trusted. "How could a good God put such monstrous men in this world?" My solace during this period of time was the Book of Job. In the aftermath of abuse, I was like Job, I had nothing left. My youth, my innocence, my virginity, all had been stolen from me by monstrous predatory gay men: one lay and one a priest. On Dec. 12, 1985, I left the Franciscan order never to seek to take vows again. It was not because I did not love St. Francis, nor wish to follow his example, but because I was a broken man. "Once the tree was felled, no storm could right it." But, God is good and gracious! Immediately after leaving the Franciscans, on Christmas Eve of 1985, I applied for a job to replace a special ed teacher going on maternity leave. I was hired on the spot and in the new year of 1986 started an 11-year career of providing services, teaching, housing and such, for the developmentally disabled in Chicago. I found that I thrived working with these little ones, and over time, became a successful administrator of many facilities serving them. In January of 1995, I was the director and administrator for 28 facilities for the developmentally disabled in the northwest suburbs of Chicago. I had a multi-million-dollar budget for the group homes I ran and hundreds of support staff to manage. And in the midst of all of this, I heard God calling me back to my first vocation, which was to be a priest. In the fall of 1995, at age 35, I returned to the seminary. My ordination as a priest for the archdiocese of Chicago was in the spring of 1999. In the aftermath of the abuse, I was a changed man, haunted both in my dreams as well as when awake. Even now, all these years later, I suffer from flashbacks of what transpired and the pain and anger come back, even though the principals of my abuse are now all long since dead. These past three weeks of August have been exceptionally hard for me, with all the perverse revelations in the media, day by day. As Kipling wrote so many years ago: "A thing is not settled until it is settled well." And in August of 2018, nothing has been settled well with respect to predator gay priests and bishops, as well as homosexual cabals running chancelleries. In my case, Cdl. Cody died a year after Fr. Cozzi abused me. My pastor's calls to his chancellery went nowhere. And Fr. Cozzi would die from complications owing from diabetes in 1999. Both these men, Cdl. Cody and Fr. Lawrence Cozzi, would be given lavish funerals by the Church and buried in Catholic cemeteries, and yet both men were monsters, Judases of sorts. Cody died leaving a legacy in Chicago for his St. Louis, Missouri mistress. During the last year of Cdl. Cody's life, he was busy covering up his sins by selling artwork from the seminary and other valuables of the archdiocese of Chicago. Insiders, priests, would speak about protecting the archbishop's residence from the "Widow Cody" and her hot fingers. In 1983, Chicago buried a prince of the Church, a man who let an abuser like Fr. Cozzi abuse me and who knows how many young men go unchallenged, uninvestigated. That was Cdl. Cody, archbishop of Chicago. Let's talk a moment about Fr. Lawrence Cozzi specifically. Before being assigned an administrator at Villa Scalabrini, Cozzi was rector of the Scalabrinian Seminary located in a suburb of Chicago. Thirty-odd years later, I would meet up with many other scarred men whom he abused at the minor seminary. For the record, some of these abused young men went on to take their own lives, so today, I write this to you on their behalf. Pope Francis, please act like Peter. If you are guilty of removing sanctions placed upon McCarrick by Pope Benedict, step down. This would be the holy and noble thing to do.Tweet Their deaths did not need to happen, they did not die from some incurable disease, they died at their own hands as a result of their trauma at the hands of Fr. Cozzi. I met these other Cozzi victims in a support group for those sexually abused by priests, that was set up here in Chicago in the fall of 2008. Remarkably, in this group, I met a man, exactly my same age, a nephew of Fr. Cozzi. Father Cozzi abused him the same year he abused me and at the same place, Villa Scalabrini — how awful is all of this and how demonic. Chicago was once known for being a bastion of the Catholic Church in the New World, but now it has a legacy for some of the world's worst sex predators. The purpose of this pointed letter is to say: It's got to stop! All of it! Bishops and cardinals that participate in abuse or cover it up need to be defrocked and removed from ministry altogether. What happened to all the sanctions and protocols of Church law to deal with this kind of sordid behavior that it could go for half a century? When Cdl. Bernardin died in 1996, I was a seminarian at Mundelein. Seminary officials requested those of us with cars to pick up bishops flying in for his funeral — just my curse! I ended up chauffeuring two archbishops, Quinn from San Francisco and McCarrick from Newark, New Jersey. Both men where gracious for the trip downtown and back, but McCarrick was overly friendly, and after I carried his bags into the hotel, was overly generous with a tip. But at 36, I had learned my lesson. I thanked McCarrick for his tip and bid him have a nice time in Chicago. I kept in mind the old English adage: "A stranger ought to act like a stranger." At 36, I had learned to steer clear of all strangers, even those dressed up like a bishop. As events are playing out in the news this past week, I have become certain that a couple of things have to fundamentally change if the Church is to move beyond this crisis of leadership. The people of God have to have input as to what priests are ordained bishops, and additionally what bishops are elevated to cardinals. For the entirety of my 19 years here as a priest, there has been a small click of individuals who run the archdiocese of Chicago including its major seminary. To all other priests: keep out. I am a case in point. When ordained, I had experience and a work history as a very successful social services director as I previously detail, yet the "Boys" that run downtown have totally, flat out, ignored me. My leadership experience would make me a good dean, a good agency head, but no offer of any sort has come my way. And this is despite the fact that in pastoring my current parish for the past 11 years, it is debt free and has one of the highest status animarum rates of any in our area. This is evidence that the insiders running the show are not doing a very good job. They seem to only trust each other; why else would there be priests with two or more extra duties assigned to them? Convicted child abuser Rev. Daniel McCormack Another recent development that needs mention: The three priests slated to be elevated to the rank of bishop this coming month are all from the very same ordination class as former Fr. Daniel McCormack, Chicago's very worst, most notorious gay predator priest. I met Fr. McCormack once in 1995 right after he was ordained, and that very day I reported to seminary officials how off Fr. McCormack was! At this point in time, it is all a matter of public record, Fr. McCormack was convicted and sent to jail. My question today is how could these three men live with a man like McCormack for four years, day in and day out, and not know or at least be suspicious of his character? Are they not already compromised if they knew or suspected what he was and did not say a thing? To say the least, I have serious reservations about these three classmates of McCormack all being raised to the episcopacy here in Chicago. What the Church needs right now is a moratorium upon anyone being raised to the level of the episcopacy, for a least a year. And after a year of purification is completed by all the faithful, including all priests and bishops left active, then new bishops can be considered. We cannot go on as if nothing has happened and nothing is seriously wrong. That will not exorcise the Church of the demon of predatory gay sex abusers, and a gay mafia running through its ranks. They will try to wait until the storm dies down, and come back, bringing more friends. Pope Francis, please act like Peter. If you are guilty of removing sanctions placed upon McCarrick by Pope Benedict, step down. This would be the holy and noble thing to do. Father Paul John Kalchik Priest, Pastor, Witness Father Paul Kalchik is pastor of Resurrection Parish in Chicago, Illinois.
Wow. I hear the Holy Spirit in these words. May God protect and console this good priest. He is a dry martyr. O God take up the cause of this priest against the unrighteous.
If even half of what Church is reporting about the treatment of this priest is true, Cardinal Cupich should be laicised. Here's a link to the CM report: https://www.churchmilitant.com/news/article/chicago-vicars-threaten-priest-for-burning-rainbow-flag And for anyone who doesn't care for the Church Militant style, here's Fr. Dwight Longenecker's take on the CM report: https://dwightlongenecker.com/the-curious-case-of-fr-kalchik/
Such a touching letter. A person who needs to be locked away in a psychiatric facility does not write this clearly and eloquently.
My God, my most pure merciful Gracious Father, please keep this faithful priest safe as he is working in your behalf waking up the slumbering to the filth surrounding all. May we all gain the courage to be like Father Paul Kalchik to speak boldly in your name.
It just occurs to me that this would make a really great HBO film or mini series. You've got everything there. A young good looking hero. A set of pervert villains. Loads of drama leading to a great showdown. Huge public interest. It might even make a fine mini series with so much happening. We don't even know the ending yet. But thent he trouble is it casts the perverts as the bad guys and I don't think the actors and media sposrship would but into that. Pereverts as victims is the current cultural norm. Still there's a really great book in there wating to be writen...
https://www.churchmilitant.com/news/article/how-do-we-win-a-spiritual-war CHICAGO PRIEST EXPLAINS WHY PARISH BURNED RAINBOW FLAG NEWS: US NEWS Fr. Paul Kalchik of Resurrection Parish Parishioners of Resurrection Parish in Chicago, Illinois, held a rainbow flag-burning event in mid-September, cutting up and setting on fire an LGBT flag that once hung in the sanctuary at the parish's first Mass. The event was originally scheduled for Sept. 29, the Feast of St. Michael and the Archangels, but the Chicago archdiocese — heeding complaints by gay activists — called the pastor, Fr. Paul John Kalchik, and ordered him not to hold the event. A handful of parishioners took things into their own hands and decided they would burn the flag themselves. In this homily given Sept. 16, Fr. Kalchik explains why the parish burned the LGBT flag. As events have unfolded over the last month, we find the Church engulfed in a great battle. Many cardinals, bishops and even the Pope seem to be living double lives. They, at times, speak eloquently about the Faith and present themselves as men striving for holiness. But then the records show they are either living very sinful lives or have covered up for others who do so, leaving them to prey on more victims. And also, when asked to speak about the abuse, they play it down; they are more concerned with global warming, migrant issues and fake homophobia than their real mission of saving souls. Thusly, many of the faithful have found themselves shaken, deeply disturbed, because the institutional Church has been revealed to be a sham. The Church is at war, but this war is anything but civil. A week ago, I was threatened with removal of my faculties to serve as a priest by those in charge at the archdiocese. They told me in no uncertain terms that we could not burn a rainbow banner as it would be offensive to the gay community. A week ago, I was threatened with removal of my faculties to serve as a priest by those in charge at the archdiocese. Tweet This does not scare me. Over the course of my life, I have been to Hell and back a couple times over. I recognize what is evil and have vowed to God to take steps to thwart that evil. God grants authority, and I follow my conscience, formed by His law. The gay banner superimposed over Our Lord's Cross, a symbol of Our Lord's Passion, had to go. Rainbow flag burned by Resurrection Parish. Instead of a public display, which had every chance of turning violent, based on many hate-filled profane phone calls, the banner was burned privately, with a small group of our regular adorers of the Blessed Sacrament assisting in cutting it to pieces. Then, a prayer of exorcism was said over this diabolic thing, and it was burnt in a blessed fire and reduced to ash. Please re-read for yourself today the full story of the Fall of Man as described in the Book of Genesis, chapter three. And please, please take note of how the serpent operates. He is a liar, but he is not a blatant liar. Look closely at how he slightly twists the truth, ever so slightly, ever so deviously. Listen and hear Satan's tender words of response to Eve's inquiries: "You certainly will not die! No, God knows well that the moment you eat of it your eyes will be opened and you will be like gods who know what is good and what is bad." And as we all know, Adam and Eve eat of the tree and their eyes were opened, and they came to know what was good and bad, and as a result of their disobedience to Almighty God, they died and all their progeny after them. The devil has been and is one subtle liar; he twists the truth ever so slightly to make the bad seem good, to get people to succumb to temptation and sin, to their detriment and to their damnation. Homosexual acts, sex outside of marriage, abortion, contraception, euthanasia are all great evils, which the devil has persuaded many people to accept as OK over the last 50 years, by an entire series of lies, all subtle, all little, all devious and all evil. In regard to abortion, this one lie is still ringing in my ears from three weeks ago, from an anti-Kavanaugh protest here in Chicago in Federal Plaza. These pro-abortion, anti-Kavanaugh protesters shouted in addition to their vulgarities: "A baby is not a baby till it's born!" What rot and what a lie. As St. John Paul II said, "Human life is sacred from conception through natural death." As a man who was born at barely three pounds and a full month premature, this misconception for me is easy to spot and to know its author is the devil. The homosexual thing is a different matter. Let's start with how the rainbow itself, a sign of God's promised protection for his faithful. It has been usurped to promote homosexual sex as sanctioned by Almighty God. Scripture is absolutely clear on this matter: "A man lying with a man is an abomination, and gravely sinful." Homosexual activity is described as sinful in the Old Testament, and this is also crystal clear in the New Testament. In the Old Testament, Sodom, from which we get the word for male-on-male sex, sodomy, is destroyed. The homoheretics, however, will tell you their sin was a "lack of hospitality." In the New Testament, please check out St. Paul's first letter to the Corinthians (6:1–11). Saint Paul, perhaps the world's most eloquent writer, leaves no room for misinterpretation. "Do you not know that the unjust will not inherit the Kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor boy prostitutes, nor sodomites, nor thieves ... will inherit the Kingdom of God." How does a shepherd of the Church ignore that teaching? So Scripture is crystal clear, and our Tradition is crystal clear — so what is the problem with this teaching today? Why have so many jettisoned all reason and come to accept the gay agenda? "Oh yeah, those two are a gay couple; they are married. Their marriage is no different from anyone else's. Why shouldn't they be able to adopt children? Love is love." Come on, wake up and smell the coffee. Wake up! Over the last 50 years, the devil has been working ever so quietly, ever so subtly spreading little lies, so much so that today the culture has come to accept this very unnatural behavior lock, stock and barrel. A lot of people have come to accept a lot of rot as truth as compared to what Sacred Scripture and Sacred Tradition tell us. Let's get back for a moment to Resurrection Parish's gay cross banner, which hung proudly, covering the real crucifix on our reredos at the Mass of Consecration. Simply stated, it was an instrument of propaganda to promote in a sly way the acceptance of sodomy as OK, in direct opposition to the Catechism of the Catholic Church. Long story short, that is why this sacrilegious work of art was burned. People who, for whatever reason, have developed a same-sex attraction have a heavy cross to bear, but they need to hear the truth and accept living a chaste lifestyle.Tweet Sodomy is not OK — it is sinful and it is evil. People who, for whatever reason, have developed a same-sex attraction have a heavy cross to bear, but they need to hear the truth and accept living a chaste lifestyle. A second subtle lie much published by the gay lobby is that the Church is "homophobic," and that "homophobia" is the real sin, and God forbid a straight person hurt the feelings of a homosexual. "You know they are all God's Children." True, they are God's children, as is everyone on the planet. Love the sinner, hate the sin applies here. I have never once known of a credible case of someone attacking a person physically or verbally in church because they had a same-sex attraction, whereas I know hundreds of cases of homosexual predators preying on people — myself included. So please, please, put all the subtle lies out of your head, ignore all the devil's propaganda, like our gay banner was, and get down to work and pray. Our first defense in this war against the devil is prayer. Say your Rosaries, say your Hail Marys, Our Fathers, read Sacred Scripture and pray, pray as earnestly as you can and as sincerely as you can. And as St. Peter said in his first letter, be vigilant and remember the devil is a lion prowling waiting to devour, and he will devour you if you let your guard down. What is our second defense in this war against the devil? A good confession, followed by the reception of Holy Communion. You might feel like me these days, completely helpless and at wit's end, with events unfolding as they are, but a good confession followed by the reception of Holy Communion will give you the peace you need for the duration of this spiritual battle. Just think of it: If all of us, the faithful remnant, make a good confession in this next week and receive Our Lord in the Blessed Sacrament, think of how powerful our prayers will be in purifying our Church around and healing the wounds made to the Body of Christ. Let's make our personal purity our number one priority, and after all of our hearts are remade, we can work on restructuring our Church and restoring right leadership. Father Paul Kalchik is pastor of Resurrection Parish in Chicago, Illinois.
The stack of letter's on the Popes desk waiting to be answered must be getting pretty high And to think it only took a couple months to answer Scalfari http://w2.vatican.va/content/france...papa-francesco_20130911_eugenio-scalfari.html How about confirming your brothers in the faith dear Holy Father?? Will he ever respond to this poor priest? God bless that holy priest!
