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I apologize if this post sounds too confrontational. That is not my intention.
I attended Mass yesterday evening at the parish I used to attend before moving out of the area. A family member passed away yesterday afternoon so I wanted to offer some prayer for her. It was your standard “modern” Mass nowadays, with a guitar, bass, and (irritatingly) drums. The parish I go to now had these things but managed to be respectfully subdued with them.
The evening started off on a bad note with the band previewing the songs they’d play during Mass, which included the dreary Protestant song “Lord I Lift Your Name on High”. When Mass started, the priest’s mic was turned up far too loud and was grating to the ears. It made focusing very difficult. His diction was also very dull, sounding more like somebody reading off a grocery list than leading a Mass. At this point I was only mildly irked and tried my best to focus on God. But the point where I almost got out of my seat and left was during the Gloria. It was played with a horrendous country music rhythm with a male singer more concerned with sounding like Garth Brooks than praising God. And if that wasn’t bad enough, the performance had a break section that encouraged everyone to start clapping in rhythm while they were singing along.
I was completely dumbfounded, and probably more so angry. This kind of spiritually dead “praise” music was one of the many reasons why I left non-denominational Protestantism for the Catholic Church. This kind of behavior struck me as embarrassing and completely insulting to the solemnity of the Mass. Only through the sheer force of will did I stay. The Gospel was enlightening as always and gave me some comfort, but the priest’s homily was completely lifeless. It was a simple “The Bible says X, and the Bible also says Y”. No attempt to show what it meant to us in our modern lives, just quotations. As I cannot receive Communion just yet, I spend the entire time in prayer. The flashy twelve string guitar being played during Communion was a major distraction, especially when the player missed notes.
I walked out of the building as soon as the priest declared Mass was over. I couldn’t be bothered to sit through a second rendition of “Lord I Lift Your Name on High”.
If I had left the Mass, would I have been committing a sin? Although definitely not an abuse on the scale of “Clown Masses” and “Balloon Masses”, this was something that detracted from the seriousness of the Mass and left me spiritually cold. And not only was it infuriating, it was boring. This was the first time I had ever been bored by a Mass. The last time I felt this bored at church was when I was watching a ‘non-denominational’ minister point to Bible quotes on a giant TV screen.
I made the choice to convert to Catholicism because of the rich history and tradition it had. The absolute majesty and beauty of the faith that can be traced directly not to a mortal man, but to Jesus Christ Himself. As I sat through this anger-inducing Mass, I asked myself this question: If the Catholic Church has such a wonderful history and tradition, why don’t people use it? Why are many so quick to abandon it? It genuinely saddens me as a convert.
What do you guys have to say about this?
I attended Mass yesterday evening at the parish I used to attend before moving out of the area. A family member passed away yesterday afternoon so I wanted to offer some prayer for her. It was your standard “modern” Mass nowadays, with a guitar, bass, and (irritatingly) drums. The parish I go to now had these things but managed to be respectfully subdued with them.
The evening started off on a bad note with the band previewing the songs they’d play during Mass, which included the dreary Protestant song “Lord I Lift Your Name on High”. When Mass started, the priest’s mic was turned up far too loud and was grating to the ears. It made focusing very difficult. His diction was also very dull, sounding more like somebody reading off a grocery list than leading a Mass. At this point I was only mildly irked and tried my best to focus on God. But the point where I almost got out of my seat and left was during the Gloria. It was played with a horrendous country music rhythm with a male singer more concerned with sounding like Garth Brooks than praising God. And if that wasn’t bad enough, the performance had a break section that encouraged everyone to start clapping in rhythm while they were singing along.
I was completely dumbfounded, and probably more so angry. This kind of spiritually dead “praise” music was one of the many reasons why I left non-denominational Protestantism for the Catholic Church. This kind of behavior struck me as embarrassing and completely insulting to the solemnity of the Mass. Only through the sheer force of will did I stay. The Gospel was enlightening as always and gave me some comfort, but the priest’s homily was completely lifeless. It was a simple “The Bible says X, and the Bible also says Y”. No attempt to show what it meant to us in our modern lives, just quotations. As I cannot receive Communion just yet, I spend the entire time in prayer. The flashy twelve string guitar being played during Communion was a major distraction, especially when the player missed notes.
I walked out of the building as soon as the priest declared Mass was over. I couldn’t be bothered to sit through a second rendition of “Lord I Lift Your Name on High”.
If I had left the Mass, would I have been committing a sin? Although definitely not an abuse on the scale of “Clown Masses” and “Balloon Masses”, this was something that detracted from the seriousness of the Mass and left me spiritually cold. And not only was it infuriating, it was boring. This was the first time I had ever been bored by a Mass. The last time I felt this bored at church was when I was watching a ‘non-denominational’ minister point to Bible quotes on a giant TV screen.
I made the choice to convert to Catholicism because of the rich history and tradition it had. The absolute majesty and beauty of the faith that can be traced directly not to a mortal man, but to Jesus Christ Himself. As I sat through this anger-inducing Mass, I asked myself this question: If the Catholic Church has such a wonderful history and tradition, why don’t people use it? Why are many so quick to abandon it? It genuinely saddens me as a convert.
What do you guys have to say about this?