Whatever happened to reverence for the Blessed Sacrament.
During a diaconate ordination at the Cathedral in Denver a few years ago I told a Knight who was decked out in his costume; cape, chicken feather hat and pretend sword, to spit out his gum; he looked like a cow chewing its cud. That clown gave me a look like I had just taken away his birthday. We had a quiet yet spirited discussion about the rubrics, breaking the Eucharistic fast and just how seriously he took his faith other than the silly outfit he was wearing. Haven’t seen him since.
Those committing the most egregious violations of the rubrics (both clerics and laity) could not possibly truly believe in the REAL PRESENCE, or they wouldn't be doing what they're doing.
“Whatever happened to reverence for the Blessed Sacrament”
The loud yacking in the sanctuary both before and after Mass bothers me. My Dad told me he has shushed people which offended one woman. It’s like people think they’re in a social club. They seem to either not believe or not care that they’re in the Real Presence.