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…from someone born twenty-some years after.
I was born into an Irish family (I say Irish because even though I’m seventh generation in America, my family’s geneology is 100% Irish back to the day they all stepped off the boat) that attended a Parish with a strong Irish-Catholic heritage. So strong, in fact, that a foreign-exchange student from Ireland commented that our music for the Gloria and Alleluia were the same as hers back in Donegal. The deacon was an Italian immigrant and the priest was probably close to ninety years old and still filled with the energy of a man fresh from seminary (though to my eyes at the time as a child, he looked positively ancient). It was this combination of Europe, continuous heritage, and age that instilled in me very early a very traditional sense of mystery surrounding the Church, the Eucharist, and Catholicism in general. Then, I became a teenager.
Between 16 and 21 I probably attended Mass twice. Over the past couple of years (I’m to turn 23 in September) I have begun attending Mass much more regularly, reading books on theology and apologetics, and studying my faith in ways I never thought I would when I was younger. Yet, the parish I attend now that I’m out of my parents’ house does not instill in me the same sense of mystery I once held. My faith has reinvigorated the sense of majestic mystery (and mysterious majesty!) I once held, but the Cathedral which I attend has a much less well-defined heritage than the little parish church I grew up in, and the varied customs in regard to masticating the host, crossing yourself throughout the Mass, and holding/not holding hands during the Our Father (I prefer not to), and kneeling until the tabernacle is closed versus kneeling until the priest gets tired and sits down early makes it seem as though the catechesis here is in an abysmal state of cardiac arrest.
Though I do not usually ascribe the title “Traditional Catholic” to myself, I find myself with greater and greater respect for the Traditionalists who are much more critical of Vatican II than those who applaud it for all its myriad “advances.” I will enumerate my own biggest criticisms below, but I want to assure anyone reading this that I do not intend to offend if I inadvertently misrepresent the Traditional stand, as it is not my intent. I am more interested in seeing if people agree with me and if not, why not.
I was born into an Irish family (I say Irish because even though I’m seventh generation in America, my family’s geneology is 100% Irish back to the day they all stepped off the boat) that attended a Parish with a strong Irish-Catholic heritage. So strong, in fact, that a foreign-exchange student from Ireland commented that our music for the Gloria and Alleluia were the same as hers back in Donegal. The deacon was an Italian immigrant and the priest was probably close to ninety years old and still filled with the energy of a man fresh from seminary (though to my eyes at the time as a child, he looked positively ancient). It was this combination of Europe, continuous heritage, and age that instilled in me very early a very traditional sense of mystery surrounding the Church, the Eucharist, and Catholicism in general. Then, I became a teenager.
Between 16 and 21 I probably attended Mass twice. Over the past couple of years (I’m to turn 23 in September) I have begun attending Mass much more regularly, reading books on theology and apologetics, and studying my faith in ways I never thought I would when I was younger. Yet, the parish I attend now that I’m out of my parents’ house does not instill in me the same sense of mystery I once held. My faith has reinvigorated the sense of majestic mystery (and mysterious majesty!) I once held, but the Cathedral which I attend has a much less well-defined heritage than the little parish church I grew up in, and the varied customs in regard to masticating the host, crossing yourself throughout the Mass, and holding/not holding hands during the Our Father (I prefer not to), and kneeling until the tabernacle is closed versus kneeling until the priest gets tired and sits down early makes it seem as though the catechesis here is in an abysmal state of cardiac arrest.
Though I do not usually ascribe the title “Traditional Catholic” to myself, I find myself with greater and greater respect for the Traditionalists who are much more critical of Vatican II than those who applaud it for all its myriad “advances.” I will enumerate my own biggest criticisms below, but I want to assure anyone reading this that I do not intend to offend if I inadvertently misrepresent the Traditional stand, as it is not my intent. I am more interested in seeing if people agree with me and if not, why not.
- The Sacred Language of the Mass: Vatican II truncated the use of the sacred language. Joseph Campbell in The Power of Myth talks about the use of sacred language in all ancient cultures and all religions predating the modern world, except post-Vatican II Catholicism. He describes the use of sacred language as an integral part of the experience of the sacred, not just the viewing of it. In Buddhism and Hinduism, repetitive chanting that borders on sub-audial droning (I actually really do enjoy listening to Buddhist mantras from time to time) creates a psychological change in the brainwaves of those hearing the mantras, let alone those participating in them. The use of ancient Hebrew in Judaism and old Arabic in Islam maintains a cultural continuity with the religious culture’s past that not only reinforces the monumental sense of history the congregation has, it also provides a written record that cannot be accused of falsification in translation–a problem the USCCB is currently dealing with in regards to the English translation of the Mass. Secondly, the discontinuation of the sacred language destroys the universal access one has to the Mass. If I had a Latin Missal in 1949, I could travel to France, Russia, China, Brazil, or anywhere in the world and attend Mass and be able to understand what was happening in the liturgy (I might not understand the homily, but the liturgy is of course the most important part). Now this is impossible unless I know the local language. My access to the Mass has been deeply impacted, and considering the slight variations in the Mass structure between here and a parish fifty miles away, I can only imagine what I would have to acclimatize myself to if I were to go to Russia and seek to attend Mass.
- The movement of the Tabernacle: When the Tabernacle was the focal point of the altar, and the altar was in such a position that even the Priest was facing it, the focus of the Mass was understood. The personage of Christ being present in that space, and the sacred majesty of that space, was understood. The entire congregation could direct its prayers and intentions to the one place where the connection between the earthly and divine was most manifest. Growing up, my parents’ parish had maintained the old altar and maintained the Tabernacle’s housing there while constructing a new altar in front of it. I had a visual reference with which to focus so that my mind did not wander while I was praying.