Many times I've wanted to ask people, "why are you even here"?
I wanted to ask that very question to an annoyed, sneering priest as I attempted to receive communion on the tongue.
I do not touch the body of Christ with my hands. I am beyond unworthy and will not do so.
I actually witnessed that episode in what was (past-tense) arguably THE single most orthodox and conservative parish in NYC.
Nowadays...oy. Can you say "Fundamental transformation"?
I was scoping out a parish on the West Side, thinking, "yeah, it's a got a good name, it's close by..." and the next morning the sidewalk in front of it is filled with foreigners...don't know the details of that but I can sure guess...and as I walk up to the marquis looking for the confession schedule ('cause God knows I need it) I can feel priest out front staring daggers at me (I'm a conservatively dressed white male)...
Gawd I'm so over it.