Monsignor = My Lord.
The word is out: the title is on hold, maybe for a while.
No more lords, and excising one layer of ecclesial aristocracy? Maybe that’s good. Maybe really good.
That said, the finest priest for whom I ever worked was a Msgr. I think the honor was bestowed when he was way up in the chancery before I met him. If anyone deserved a title, it was that guy.
In Kansas City, much was made of a handful of new monsignors under Bishop Finn–the first in decades. One priest friend of mine noted a notable exclusion, pointed perhaps because the particular man had been a fine pastor and loyal chancery official, but perhaps not ideologically aligned with the new bishop.
I got to know Fr Dick Carney in his retirement, long after his time as a “difficult” priest. I understood he was a recovering alcoholic, and had settled into a life as a gentle and deeply spiritual man. I was fortunate to be asked to collaborate with him on a few Centering Prayer experiences.
Do titles like this divide the clergy, create rifts and such? They are not from the Lord Jesus, certainly. Aristocracy: we don’t need it.