"Most" difficult? Maybe I'm just lucky ... I don't seem to have that much trouble. Even in mahoneyville (Los Angeles), last summer, I batted .500! The town I stayed in had three Catholic parishes ... First one I went to was early '90s architecture, didn't look Catholic, priest preached mushy-goo regarding Holy Communion (not sure if he believed in the Real Presence). So the following week I tried parish #2: late '50s architecture, looked Catholic, Mass was offered respectfully and properly, priest preached orthodox exposition of the day's Gospel. In travelling to more than a dozen different States, and many more dioceses, just over the past decade, it's been much more hit than miss with me. I generally just go to the geographically nearest Catholic Church to my hotel.
Sometimes the Traditionalists on this forum remind me of "Hee-Haw":
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Gloom, despair, and agony on me
If it weren't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all
Gloom, despair, and agony on me!
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Good for you. Try that in Tuscon and you won't be so lucky, but then, Tucson is one of the worst diocese in the nation.
WOW! Batting .500 is pretty good. You would not have been so lucky in Tucson. But then, if your standards were low enough, you could have batted .1000.
>>Sometimes the Traditionalists on this forum remind me of "Hee-Haw"<<
And what is that supposed to mean??
Say what you will about batting .500 with regard to good Churches/Priests, but the very fact that you are willing to go to the Church closest to the hotel says you are playing with much lower standards than the traditionalists you are apt to poke fun at.
My last several experiences with the Novus Ordo nearly gave me ulcers [not an exaggeration]. The aging hipster priests (or Bishop in one case), the scantily clad ladies in the pews [the clothes worn by one busty lass in particular would have been too small for a 6 year old], the people sitting around me laughing and joking [especially when I actually knelt down after communion, then the jokes were directed my way], the endless procession of people in and out of the sanctuary for their various "ministries", the small army of extraordinary ministers [many of whom I know personally to stand in direct contradiction to the teaches of the Catholic Church], the guitar bands in front of the horribly designed "worship spaces", the ad libbing by the "presider", being told that a "hug or kiss would be more appropriate" during the horrendous "handshake of peace mini-marathon" while God Himself sits on the altar, having people touch me anyway when I decide to kneel down and pray instead of participating in that madness, and the list could go on (especially during the funeral that I attended). I honestly at this point do not even know if I will attend even weddings and funerals in the novus ordo any more. It disturbs me greatly.
LOL That's a good analogy :o)