Poor dear the moment she finds the perfect parish it will become imperfect the day she joins.
I am so grateful to be at Mass every Sunday (and occasionally on a weekday), that I wouldn't care if the rest of the congregation was wearing tutus and singing doo-wop Gospel music, or wearing ao-dais and chanting in Vietnamese. I don't care if we're meeting in Notre Dame or in the Community Room at the public library.
I just want to be with Jesus, and with the brothers and sisters of my congregation, whom I love. They don't put me down when my son yells, "Father! Tell James to give me back my number-beeber!" during the offertory, and I'm not going to get in a fluff over their tastes in clothing and music.
yes, but is it too much to ask that the usher not cut his fingernails during the Eucharistic prayer?