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bettercallpaul
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I grew up in the sixtees and seventies. I have a nostalgia about my catholic childhood.
Especially the The Sixtees The smell of Benediction incense, ringing the bells at the right time as an altar boy, going to the Confession Box once a week, the feeling of release after Confession, living across the road from Church, going to a Catholic School, fish and chips every Friday, my grandparents insisting on us saying the Rosary when they visited, enthusiastic Marist Brothers passing on their faith, an all boys school. And the absolutely gorgeous organ hymns at Mass. In my spare time now, I try to play fingerstyle guitar versions of beautiful hymns like Seek Oh seek the Lord and In Faith and Hope and Love. Those composers must have had such a profound faith to create such angelic chord runs.
I forgot to mention going down to the Communion Rail to receive Communion in the mouth.
Seventies saw a gradual dissolution of a lot of this. I guess my faith suffered too. I never liked those guitar hymns much. Mass became more boring for me as the seventies came and my teenage years coinciding.
I go to a fairly old fashioned Mass now. Very minimalist. By that I mean, the priest gets to the point in his sermons and the music doesn’t take over. I think now there can be too much interruption with Music. Just 3 or 4 hymns is enough in my view. Luckily we get an old lady approaching 80 who not only plays nice old organ hymns but has a voice to match. She is a one woman show, which is all you need. Too many hangers on in these music ministires Ive seen in other churches.
Especially the The Sixtees The smell of Benediction incense, ringing the bells at the right time as an altar boy, going to the Confession Box once a week, the feeling of release after Confession, living across the road from Church, going to a Catholic School, fish and chips every Friday, my grandparents insisting on us saying the Rosary when they visited, enthusiastic Marist Brothers passing on their faith, an all boys school. And the absolutely gorgeous organ hymns at Mass. In my spare time now, I try to play fingerstyle guitar versions of beautiful hymns like Seek Oh seek the Lord and In Faith and Hope and Love. Those composers must have had such a profound faith to create such angelic chord runs.
I forgot to mention going down to the Communion Rail to receive Communion in the mouth.
Seventies saw a gradual dissolution of a lot of this. I guess my faith suffered too. I never liked those guitar hymns much. Mass became more boring for me as the seventies came and my teenage years coinciding.
I go to a fairly old fashioned Mass now. Very minimalist. By that I mean, the priest gets to the point in his sermons and the music doesn’t take over. I think now there can be too much interruption with Music. Just 3 or 4 hymns is enough in my view. Luckily we get an old lady approaching 80 who not only plays nice old organ hymns but has a voice to match. She is a one woman show, which is all you need. Too many hangers on in these music ministires Ive seen in other churches.