Learned my lesson on Holy Thursday — went to an “All-American” service on Good Friday where I understood every word spoken.
Funny thing, I didn’t feel like a racist at all.
I got out of the service in the late 60s
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Likewise..I had gotten ‘away’ from it while in the Navy and heard of all the changes and never did get back into the groove.
In my 2nd awakening in the mid 90’s, I got reinstated and was shocked at the Mass being offered in English, the hand holding and the lay people dispensing communion.
Made ‘peace’ with myself, stopped going again and maybe, just maybe with the advent of the Mass I grew up with - while being an altar boy in the early 50’s, (’bad’ priests then were ‘drunks’ and chased skirts for their vices)- I may partake again.