A couple of years ago I attended Mass for the first time in decades. I chose to go to the church where I had served as an altar boy, which is in a building that my father and I actually helped build in the early ‘60’s.
I’m not sure what I had hoped to find, perhaps a connection with the faith that so powerfully sustained me in my youth. I was not prepared for the Hippy-Dippy-Touchy-Feely Folk-Fest that I found. I haven’t been back.
We took the kids to Midnight Mass about ten years ago. It was very embarrassing. Haven't been back.
Neither have I.
I grew up serving as an altar boy. I learned Latin. I was in awe of the choir and the mighty pipe organ. I could go to any Catholic Church in the world and speak that Latin and aside from the sermon, I knew everything that was going on and understood it. There was a common bond that held us together. In unity, there was strength
Then came... DIVERSITY. There is no strength in diversity. There is no awe in a hootenanny. Vatican II was the beginning of a long, bad dream caused by liberals in the Church hierachy.
DAMN THE LIBERALS!
It’s in my parish also, but I refuse to participate. I go because I am in the presence of Our Lord and that satisfies me. I go because I want to receive the Holy Eucharist and that connects me with our Lord Jesus Christ in the most personal way. Try it again, just focus on Christ on the Cross and what he did for you—it’s worth it!
Oh PLEASE try another Catholic Church.....you owe it to yourself....AND GOD!