You are a good person, Mrs. Don; however, I can’t bring myself to worship in a building that resembles an aircraft hangar. I can’t abide the noisy gossip that goes before every ‘service’ that points out painfully that those gathering can’t possibly believe that something important is going to happen. (One can hardly call these masses.)
I have great angst with the guitar music and new hymns, the lack of seeing a tabernacle in the middle of a real altar. The confessionals are relegated to some obscure place in the structure and the lack of pictures, icons, statues of the Holy Family and Saints are nowhere to be found in some of these places.
And, most importantly, there is no catholicity about the new church. Before the radical changes one could travel anywhere in the world and understand the mass and what it meant. Today, it’s an impossibility.
There is much more on my mind, but it’s sad to keep thinking about what’s happened to Christ’s Church on earth.
And then, of course, there is a complete lack of decorum on the part of today’s clergy. They shuffle about what passes for a sanctuary in sport clothes and even enter the confessional dressed as a layman. “Don’t call me Father Jones, call me Father Bill.”
Let's pray for each other, then.