Funny. You seem so haughty about the living gospel. On one side you deride me for my primitivism, and on the other you attack those who believe the liturgical development reached its pinnacle in the West around 1570.
The Pauline rite is an innovation that has NO connections with any prior incarnation of the Roman rite. It was the fruit of the same sort of iconoclasm that Pius XII condemned in Mediator Dei.
It also has little in common with the ancient rites of the Eastern Churches.
The Mass was always divided into the Mass of the Faithful and the Mass of the Catechumens.
If you are of the boomer generation, great.
A lot of whipper-snappers love the old rite, and when you are gone the Old rite will rise from the ashes. Or at least the Novus Ordo will be reforme and brought back into lines with the 1965 Missal.
Bornacatholic, why do you hate Old Ritualist Roman Catholics so much?
Pravnight: Bornacatholic, why do you hate Old Ritualist Roman Catholics so much?
Allow me to stick my neck out and interject some thoughts in defense of 'bornacatholic'. The TLM is the Mass of my childhood. It was the only Mass back then. As we grow older, our childhood memories remain crisp and so the following comments are drawn from that crystal clear pool of my youth.
1. For those who have only known the NO Mass but have now experienced and fallen in love with the TLM, it is difficult to comprehend the catholic culture in which I grew up. The catholic schools were splitting at the seams with baby boomers and the nuns ruled with great authority. They had no choice! At graduation from catholic elementary school, there were three 8th grade classes with no less than 55 students in each one. There was no departmentalization back then. Whichever teacher you were assigned, taught every subject in the same classroom, throughout the entire year. As puberty kicked in, so did Sister's pointer. Her clicker told us when to kneel in church and when to stand. We were herded like cattle back and forth between school and church for devotions or to attend Good Friday Mass. Attendance was taken at the 9am Mass on Sunday and parents were called on Monday if a child did not show up for the Children's Mass the previous day.
2. As for Sunday Mass, catholics showed up in large numbers out of abject fear. They were assured by priests that failure to attend Sunday Mass would result in an eternity in Hell. The churches were stuffy and hot with so many souls packed in (there was no air conditioning). The priest mumbled the liturgy in Latin (no microphones) and altar servers gave the responses. We did our best to follow along in the missals, while remaining silent. The choir sang and old ladies fingered their clacking rosary beads in the pews. Frankly, few 'actively participated' as the only participation was by the altar servers and choir members.
3. Then came Vatican Council II and everything changed .... too radically and quickly. In trying to 'restore' some authenticity to the Mass, the penduluum sung in the opposite direction. The organ was replaced by guitars and keyboards; the choir relocated behind the 'now turned around' altar. Altar servers now included girls and communion, once distributed only by the priest, was now being doled out by heavily perfumed women with painted nails. It didn't stop there. The novelties and innovations grew and continue to do so, in the most liberal parishes.
Summation: From a personal perspective, I lived through this dramatic transformation. At the time, I was still a youth and enjoyed some of the changes. However, deep inside, certain aspects of the new Mass were most disturbing. Like many other catholics, I went along, never questioning, until it grew out of contron in my parish and diocese. By then, more than 40 years had passed, Mother Angelica had taken to the air waves, and my fellow catholic freepers had supplied me with an education.
Five years ago, at the suggestion of another freeper, I sought out and attended the Indult TLM in my diocese. At the time, I was sick and tired of the 'novelties' introduced into the NO liturgy in this diocese and, grabbing my old missal, looked forward to attending the Mass of my childhood. How refreshing it was to see the priest emerge from the Sacristy, vested in the fiddleback vestment. I had already marked the pages in my missal in order to follow along. Much to my chagrin, nothing had changed. The priest mumbled the liturgy in Latin and I flipped through pages trying to follow along. Several pews in front of me were some 'traditionalist' families with their children all holding Children's Sunday Missals. Just as we did pre VCII, these children turned to their parents for assistance in following along with the priest. Surrounding me were older women, rosary beads clacking throughout the Mass. The altar boys delivered faithful Latin responses and the choir sang beautiful acapella chants. When it was all over, I felt as though I had not attended Mass at all. It was a tremendous let down.
The following Sunday, I returned to my NO parish where I could verbally speak the responses and sing along with the choir (though I limited my attendance to the only Mass with an organ and choir that sang more recognizable hymns). I was more determined than ever to battle the 'novelties' and 'abuses' at the parish in order to ensure a more faithful deliverance of the NO liturgy. It was a lost battle. The pew catholics were unfamiliar with the GIRM and cared little about how the pastor was introducing illicitness into the liturgy. It pained and grieved me no end. After watching a EMHC drop a consecrated host on the floor of the Sanctuary, I pleaded with our Lord to guide me to a holy priest, and a reverent liturgy.
As most of you already know, two years, I dusted off my sandals and went searching for a new parish. Thanks to another freeper, I included two Eastern Catholic Churches on my list. After attending Mass at several other NO parishes, I found myself one Sunday, in the Maronite (Eastern) Catholic Church. Though totally disoriented by their liturgy and liturgical language of Aramaic and Syriac, I was overwhelmed by the intense spirituality and reverence in their liturgy. It bridged the gap between West and East. The Eastern Catholic liturgies require participation by the faithful who chant the responses, like a dialogue, back and forth with the celebrant. I will never forget the communion hymn - O Bread of Life - which moved me to tears. Here was the fullness of worship that I had so desperately been seeking.
Prior to the Liturgy of the Word, the priest prepares the faithful by incensing them. This was followed by the chanting of the 'Qadeeshat' - the thrice Holy Hymn that most Roman Catholics would now recognize from the Divine Mercy Chaplet. The prayer is ancient! Holy God; Holy Mighty One; Holy Immortal One! - Have Mercy on us! We all stood and faced the Tabernacle, as the priest led us through the prayer. Coming from a RC parish where there was no Crucifix, I was moved to tears seeing the priest and congregation all facing the Tabernacle. After each recitation, the priest made a profund bow towards the Tabernacle. Yes! There is my Lord!
As if that was not enough, during the Epiclesis, I watched in stunned amazement as the priest dropped to his knees behind the altar, hands elevated heavenward as he chanted in Aramaic - 'A neen mor yo' (Hear us O Lord!) - three times, to which the congregation responded in chant - Kyrie Eleison!
Though sated with so much reverence, NOTHING in my Latin Mass background ever compared to the moment when the priest held the host in his hands and chanted the words of Institution in Aramaic - the same language of our Lord at the Last Supper. And nothing ever will! There was dead silence in the Church, save for the priest's chant. Tears streamed down my cheeks. Even now, more than 2 years later, it is the penultimate moment of reverence in the Maronite Divine Liturgy.
Communion by intinction and only by the hands of the priest. No EMHCs! No communion in the hand!
We each are caught up in a faith journey to find the liturgy that draws us closer to our Lord, God and Savior. For some of you, that is now exemplified by the TLM. Those who attend it do so out of choice; hence the reverence is far greater and deeper, as it is a personal choice. For others, such as myself, the beauty and reverence is found in the 'east'. Many catholics forget that our Lord was born, died and resurrected in the Holy Land. He was a Jew and spoke Aramaic with His Mother and disciples. Still others find it in a more reverent form of the Novus Ordo liturgy, such as is celebrated on EWTN.
The most important aspect of Sunday worship for all of us, is to ask our Lord to guide us to where He wants us to be. No one knows our needs better than our Lord! For us to sit in judgement of others is absolutely wrong.
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