True story: 10+ years ago, I had to attend a family wedding which was held in a RC church. I never would have known it was a Catholic church if I hadn’t seen the statues of Our Lady, Our Lord and the Stations on the walls because there was NO altar. (It was moved to a side room.

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The tabernacle was literally right inside the entrance to the nave in the front, and I was 3 rows away from it. People were nonchalantly passing by Our Lord!
The next day (Sunday), my parents, my friend & I went to St. Nicholas Ukrainian Catholic Church in Watervliet, NY. WHAT A DIFFERENCE!!! Icons everywhere, incense, 2 ushers, 8 altar boys and a marvelous choir! We sat on the third row from the left (Our Lady’s side). During the Little Entrance, when the priest processes with the Holy Gospel, he came to
us so we could venerate the Holy Gospel! My father was in tears, he was so happy. (And my late father almost never cried.) In my parish the only time we ever kissed the Gospel was on Good Friday when venerating the Tomb, so for us to kiss the Holy Gospel was an unexpected blessing. (Sadly, we couldn’t do that this year.)