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DanteAlighieri
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There is a parish in my area that I don’t normally attend, even though it is walking distance from my home. I tried it, but I could not get over the many little alterations that the pastor makes in the wording of the liturgy, plus a couple of other things (announcments to “greet each other by name” and inviting “those who aren’t Catholic or those who are but cannot receive to come up for a blessing” before Mass) that bugged me.
This morning, however, my jaw nearly hit the floor. Here’s the list:
Peace,
Dante
This morning, however, my jaw nearly hit the floor. Here’s the list:
- Little modifications of wording that appear to be intended to liven things up while saying something that means the same thing – stuff like “…from whom we receive every good thing in our lives” instead of “…from whom all good things come”.
- Before the Gospel reading: “My beautiful brothers and sisters, the Gospel according to our good brother Luke.”
- After that, praying out loud something which I didn’t catch because I was thinking about what he had just said, and finishing with “…so he [Luke] gave us these words…” as a lead-in to the reading.
- After the Gospel reading, instead of saying, “The Gospel of the Lord”, he said, “My brothers and sisters, this is the Good News of salvation”. The hesitation among the congregants was palpable, as many didn’t seem to know whether or when to respond, “Praise to you…”
- After a fairly good homily, asking us, “Does anyone have any questions?” Pause. “Was I clear enough? Good. We believe…”
- After Communion, a man that I had thought all along to be merely an acolyte (wearing a white cassock and assisting in place of altar servers) returned the Blessed Sacrament to the tabernacle. I am not certain that he isn’t a deacon, but I’m fairly sure.
Peace,
Dante