Wikipedia tells us that this is a children's novel written by Fleming for Caspar, his son. At first, the car named "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang" is just a sports car, but as the novel unfolds magically, the little car surprises the family by beginning to exhibit independent actions. After many intriguing adventures, Chitty and the family fly home to England, although Fleming hints that the car has yet more secrets. For more, read the book. Or, go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chitty_Chitty_Bang_Bang.
Our Robert Blair Kaiser is another great writer, who broke free from the chains of just one genre, moving easily, skillfully, in the fields of ecclesiology, biography, fiction (more real than fact!) -- three books in a row:
1 -- A Church In Search of Itself: Benedict XVI and the Battle for the Future
2 -- Cardinal Mahony: A Novel
3 -- "RFK Must Die!" Chasing the Mystery of the Robert F. Kennedy Assassination
Mahony and Benedict XVI are Church. Kennedy is State. As in Church and State. Have you heard of Hillary's reference to the assassination of Robert Kennedy? Ever listen to Sirhan Sirhan daily, for hours and hours? Check out Kaiser's most recent book, # 3 above, an Open Sesame, unlocking closed doors. Kaiser lets us see how the inside functions to obfuscate the outside. The way both Church and State can and do.
Kaiser's genius – his friends call him Kaiser -- is also shown in his founding an organization for Catholics to take back our Church from the clutching grip of the hierarchy before it becomes lost in those cold, dead hands. He calls it Take Back Our Church. In the acronymic way of designating lay groups dedicated to reform and renewal, it became TBOC. You may pronounce that Tee Be Oh! See, in sort of a marching beat akin to America the Beautiful-- or Tee Bock, should you mean business in a no-nonsense sort of way and are tired of waiting for bishops to wake up. Run it altogether for the website at: http://www.takebackourchurch.org/
It's kind of tough, if not disheartening, for a layman and his bunch of men and women, known as The Laity – a lousy word for The People of God – to get going and rebuild the glorious Catholic Church, now lying in ruins as the Roman Catholic Church, for the Pope and Curia have more or less stolen it.
They kept it locked up in the cellar of the Vatican, by setting up a weird group of guys, all men, all celibate, self-perpetuating by natural selection, the careful kind fostered by all secret societies and cults, as a tight-knit, tiny-tiny bunch of bishops, who control the world. 4,500 or so of them have 1,200,000,000 lay people hopping up and down from full squats to deep kneels to tippy toe longings, by a simple snap of their fingers, the ringed ones holding big sticks that go THUMP! when bashed on the ground. Never stick a foot out when a bishop's going by, and run for cover should it be a cardinal. You can tell the difference by their colored gowns: purple for bishops; scarlet for the birds.
TBOC could use a little help from a bishop or two, to give it some clout, if not a tad of respectability, which might entice more bishops in a row to toddle on over to the people's side of the Church and make meaningful that old advertising slogan of Church qua Church – Instauratio Omnia in Christo – Restore Everything in Christ. TBOC is about instauration, and a bishop could help.
One came out recently. Where? Not in America where most bishops are toadies, nor Europe where they appear to have given up and are holding on till retirement, but, of all places, Australia. And his name is Geoffrey Robinson, Bishop of Sydney, who retired in order to write Confronting Power and Sex in the Catholic Church.
Bishop Robinson is currently on tour in America and is being joined by Robert Blair Kaiser, author of Cardinal Mahony: A Novel in which Roger is a good guy. But that's fiction, and the fact is that he isn't. Although, he could be. Rodger the Dodger has done the implausible in banning Bishop Robinson from appearing in Los Angeles.
Can you believe that? A cardinal swats a bishop in public, before the whole world, as if saying, "This is my town, Buddy. No Aussies need apply. I don't like the way you wear your hat."
Ian Fleming and Robert Blair Kaiser help us realize that the stature of a writer is not pedestalized in one book, and that Church can bear more than one adjectival description. We commune in a corrupt Church, yet hope for a Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Church. Cardinals and Bishops are Ordinaries – possessors of absolute power, equals, immune from onslaughts by a co-equal higher-arch. They can ban and bar dumpy, grumpy old men like me who are lay – Gawd! I hate that word, and "non-clerical" is worse – but no higher-arch can outhigher-arch another higher-arch. Not even the pope.
What is going down – definitely not "on" – in the Roman version of the Catholic Church? A dying grasp on power before it slips from cold, dead hands? Hasn't Roger the Dodger read that magnificent book Kaiser wrote about what he could be, the book which turned the fact of his fiction into the kind of cardinal you'd like to have in for dinner, take to a ball game, call up on your cell phone and ask,
"Hey Roj, what's up? Wanna go over and listen to Geoff? He's speaking tonight. The guy's got guts, like you had in Kaiser's novel about a real church with a real cardinal close to real people. Of God."
Bishop Robinson's book is getting known. America, our favorite Jesuit periodical – used to be, that is, until Tom Reese got booted by a brand new pope who lives on resentments – had this to say, as quoted by Amazon.com:
"[T]he importance of Confronting Power and Sex in the Catholic Church lies in the fact that a bishop, an ecclesiastical `insider,' has had the courage to challenge the institution of which he was a part and invite serious conversation regarding a broad range of church issues that have too often been declared off-limits by church leadership. If Robinson's book opens the door to more open and responsible theological conversation by members of church leadership regarding the unique demands facing our church today, it will have fulfilled its purpose."
Wonder whether Cardinal Mahony and Bishop Brown, a sycophantic dreamer who loves scarlet, look on Bishop Robinson as a Funny Food Fighter and themselves as Hefty Hostile Higher-archs . . . Ah! What a Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Church we cherish.
Bishops come and bishops go,
Clucking cardinals row by row,
Go! Tee Bock! to stop the flow,
Of that black line chained in tow.
"Banned In Boston" was one helluva marketing ploy to sell books and get people to go to movies. "Ban a Bishop" may be the best way T-B-O-C, when the bishop banned is a Geoffrey from Australia, a Crocodile Dundee from the Outback taking no crap from a kick-boxer kangaroo.
What an image that is! Imagine! Cardinal Mahony, the black-haired one, as a jumping 'roo. Sort of a "kirk-boxer"? Fancy how his footwork, long practiced, now an instinctive habit, keeps him safe from the darts and arrows of outrageous fortune in LA. Ah! Yes, but Geoffrey's on the way. Making the news. People are looking up. Maybe, maybe . . .
So? Ban him. Let him not tread on Roger's Sacred Ground. Hear him not. Silence the aborigine.
Kaiser is the man of the people-people. Robinson is the bishop of the people-people. Mahony is just an ordinary, a typical ordinary Ordinary, a contrary contrarian. Kaiser has found the bishop he was hoping for, the first of many to follow. There are a lot of real bishops, more Geoffrey Robinsons, in our Church. They're just keeping their heads down, while riding out the earthquake of John Paul II that buried Vatican II, and keeping balance over the shocks and rumblings of the aftermath of Benedict XVI.
As those abate, there is a stirring. People come up out of the ruins, looking around for help and others to help. Kaiser knows bishops all over our world. There are more than a few who, like the Holy Roman Empire in 1519, are waiting for the Martin Luther of our times to fire them up and lead them on out.
It won't be easy, but it will be good to restore all things in Christ by unpacking the Church. John Paul II had 28 years to pack it with his kind of bishop, the same way Franklin Delano Roosevelt dreamed of packing the United States Supreme Court. JPII got away with it. FDR got squelched. Bishop Robinson confronts. A few of the old guard try to stop him. But, . . .
There are more Geoffrey Robinsons out there, waiting to jump in. TBOC! TBOC! TBOC!. If Tee-Be-Oh!-Sea is a bit smarmy, patriotic like politicians like it, then go blunt and simple and Australian with Tee-Bock.
Two men of God: Robinson and Kaiser. Great writers. Have we read them yet? Heard them?
Kaiser makes Mahony a hero in fiction truer than fact. Have we read him yet? Heard him?
Robinson' has courage in confronting a monolith. Have we read him yet? Hearn him?
Kaiser is the man out front in TBOC's website. Have we seen it yet? Surfed it?
Kaiser just wrote "RFK Must Die!" Have we read it yet? Been there?
Tolle, lege!
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