I know. I cry during mass. It breaks my heart to see the lack of respect for Jesus in the Tabernacle. The loud talking in the 'narthex' before mass; the talking in the pews. Mom's bringing cute little books for their children to read during the Mass and the cheerios for them to munch on. My mom would have NEVER done that. NO mom would have allowed that!
I don't remember being this sickened and dismayed by these things in the past. Was I so blind to what we have lost? I don't know what woke me up, but it is hard for me to attend mass anymore and feel as if it was meaningful. And since when did Catholic Churches start to feel different from one another? At one time, you could go to any Catholic Church anywhere and you were in familiar surroundings immediately. Now, one Catholic church is different from another.
Dropping the Latin was probably the first and biggest mistake. It was the commonality of language that tied us together all over the world. Now, even that has been lost.
I feel betrayed.
We are a divided church in more ways than one.
The heirarchy---up to and including our ailing pope---are responsible.
Pope John Paul will owe God an explanation that will, of course, not wash. His predecessors, Like John Paul, squandered a golden opportunity to please our Maker but originated, perpetuated and allowed the evil to seep in and contaminate what our Savior left behind to comfort and guide us until the Second Coming.
The USSR helped us out by sending communist priests into seminaries begining in 1950. Then after they were firmly entrenched to do satan's work, our bishops knowingly permitted homosexuals to enter our seminaries to sinfully receive holy orders and then march off to get their hands on our children.
Many of us cry at mass, but many enjoy the social hour without a thought as to what is happening before their eyes.
Yes we are.