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8640
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Go to St. Stans in Bay City. I’ve been there before. It is an excellent parish.
Describe the most liturgically abused Mass that you have ever been to
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singerlady
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and a wonderful pastor! He’s a very kind and caring man. And, a wonderful gardener!
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Adam_S
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How dare you be so slanderous about Bishops, they have done no such thing…theres no such thing as mortal sin since Vatican II
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Elzee
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Same here. Does your priest sometimes wipe the edge of the pitcher with his finger and lick it, or wipe it on the altar cloth, after pouring the Precious Blood into the glass goblets? That combined with dumping - not gently pouring - but dumping the consecrated hosts into the different glass bowls makes me cringe, especially when a couple drop inevitably drop onto the altar or onto the floor.
No wonder belief in the Real Presence is on the decline. If you treat something as if it weren’t holy long enough, people are going to start doubting it’s holiness.
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palmas85
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While I cannot provide a specific date and will not as the moderators request name a certain diocese or church, I will say that the location was in Southt Texas and the time was in the early 80’s.
Our parish was serviced by what could best be described as circuit riding Jesuit priests as there was no pastor in residence. The day to day running of the parish was in the hands of my good friends The Sisters of the Most Precious Blood :bigyikes: a truly radical and phenomenal group. While all the masses and communion services were truly remarkable one stands out in my memory as really taking the cake.
The church was a beautiful church, well over a hundred years old with a magnificent main altar that had survived the renovations after Vatican II. It was not used that day and never was. Several partitions were placed in front of the communion rail which effectively hid the sanctuary. Our altar was a folding picnic table with a plastic tablecloth. The sisters said that Christ did not use an altar so neither should we. There were no candles, crucifix, flowers of anything else for that matter. At this particular mass, even though the circuit rider was present, he was I guess what you could call a concelebrant. Well lets get started
Upon entering the church I saw that there were about 20 or so people sitting in the front pews all wearing hoods over their heads. Behind them, sat most of the sisters and a few of the favored locals, more about them later. When the mass started the Mother Superior of the group, Sister J, came out accompanied by Father P, the circuit rider. Both wore white vestments with red and green sashes. Father P stood by while Sister J did the greeting, the penitential rite, which was a total improvisation concerning the plight of illegal aliens in the United States and our complicity in this evil, and the Gloria, which was also improvised in which the Lord was referred to as the only child of Sophia.
Two other sisters M and F did the readings, which were not from scripture, but reflections on the plight of our southern neighbors and the injustice they suffered. There was no Gospel reading per se, and the homily, a joint statement by Sister J and Father P was a continuation of the above with added emphasis on the fact that Christ himself had been an illegal alien as a child and was persecuted by the oppressive government of Rome because of his love of the poor and the dispossessed.
It really got good now, the gifts, hand made corn tortillas, were brought up by the hooded people, whom we were now told were"political refugees" from Central America and as such were truly special. We were also told by Father P, that the majority of the congregation, specifically those of us employed by the federal government, mostly military customs and immigration and a few Border Patrol , were unworthy to receive and so the only ones allowed holy communion? were the hooded people, the few favored locals, they were the ones who advocated a return of Spanish as the official language of the town, the sisters and Father P. He was communed by Sister J, he did the entire consecration herself.
Afterwards, one of the locals, got up and started recruiting support for the hooded people until transport could be provided north to wherever they were going. Father P chimed in and said this would be a good way for us deemed unworthy to join the true Catholic Church, the Church of the people.
Great times and good memories :bigyikes:
Our parish was serviced by what could best be described as circuit riding Jesuit priests as there was no pastor in residence. The day to day running of the parish was in the hands of my good friends The Sisters of the Most Precious Blood :bigyikes: a truly radical and phenomenal group. While all the masses and communion services were truly remarkable one stands out in my memory as really taking the cake.
The church was a beautiful church, well over a hundred years old with a magnificent main altar that had survived the renovations after Vatican II. It was not used that day and never was. Several partitions were placed in front of the communion rail which effectively hid the sanctuary. Our altar was a folding picnic table with a plastic tablecloth. The sisters said that Christ did not use an altar so neither should we. There were no candles, crucifix, flowers of anything else for that matter. At this particular mass, even though the circuit rider was present, he was I guess what you could call a concelebrant. Well lets get started
Upon entering the church I saw that there were about 20 or so people sitting in the front pews all wearing hoods over their heads. Behind them, sat most of the sisters and a few of the favored locals, more about them later. When the mass started the Mother Superior of the group, Sister J, came out accompanied by Father P, the circuit rider. Both wore white vestments with red and green sashes. Father P stood by while Sister J did the greeting, the penitential rite, which was a total improvisation concerning the plight of illegal aliens in the United States and our complicity in this evil, and the Gloria, which was also improvised in which the Lord was referred to as the only child of Sophia.
Two other sisters M and F did the readings, which were not from scripture, but reflections on the plight of our southern neighbors and the injustice they suffered. There was no Gospel reading per se, and the homily, a joint statement by Sister J and Father P was a continuation of the above with added emphasis on the fact that Christ himself had been an illegal alien as a child and was persecuted by the oppressive government of Rome because of his love of the poor and the dispossessed.
It really got good now, the gifts, hand made corn tortillas, were brought up by the hooded people, whom we were now told were"political refugees" from Central America and as such were truly special. We were also told by Father P, that the majority of the congregation, specifically those of us employed by the federal government, mostly military customs and immigration and a few Border Patrol , were unworthy to receive and so the only ones allowed holy communion? were the hooded people, the few favored locals, they were the ones who advocated a return of Spanish as the official language of the town, the sisters and Father P. He was communed by Sister J, he did the entire consecration herself.
Afterwards, one of the locals, got up and started recruiting support for the hooded people until transport could be provided north to wherever they were going. Father P chimed in and said this would be a good way for us deemed unworthy to join the true Catholic Church, the Church of the people.
Great times and good memories :bigyikes:
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Walking_Home
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While I cannot provide a specific date and will not as the moderators request name a certain diocese or church, I will say that the location was in Southt Texas and the time was in the early 80’s.
Our parish was serviced by what could best be described as circuit riding Jesuit priests as there was no pastor in residence. The day to day running of the parish was in the hands of my good friends The Sisters of the Most Precious Blood :bigyikes: a truly radical and phenomenal group. While all the masses and communion services were truly remarkable one stands out in my memory as really taking the cake.
The church was a beautiful church, well over a hundred years old with a magnificent main altar that had survived the renovations after Vatican II. It was not used that day and never was. Several partitions were placed in front of the communion rail which effectively hid the sanctuary. Our altar was a folding picnic table with a plastic tablecloth. The sisters said that Christ did not use an altar so neither should we. There were no candles, crucifix, flowers of anything else for that matter. At this particular mass, even though the circuit rider was present, he was I guess what you could call a concelebrant. Well lets get started
Upon entering the church I saw that there were about 20 or so people sitting in the front pews all wearing hoods over their heads. Behind them, sat most of the sisters and a few of the favored locals, more about them later. When the mass started the Mother Superior of the group, Sister J, came out accompanied by Father P, the circuit rider. Both wore white vestments with red and green sashes. Father P stood by while Sister J did the greeting, the penitential rite, which was a total improvisation concerning the plight of illegal aliens in the United States and our complicity in this evil, and the Gloria, which was also improvised in which the Lord was referred to as the only child of Sophia.
Two other sisters M and F did the readings, which were not from scripture, but reflections on the plight of our southern neighbors and the injustice they suffered. There was no Gospel reading per se, and the homily, a joint statement by Sister J and Father P was a continuation of the above with added emphasis on the fact that Christ himself had been an illegal alien as a child and was persecuted by the oppressive government of Rome because of his love of the poor and the dispossessed.
It really got good now, the gifts, hand made corn tortillas, were brought up by the hooded people, whom we were now told were"political refugees" from Central America and as such were truly special. We were also told by Father P, that the majority of the congregation, specifically those of us employed by the federal government, mostly military customs and immigration and a few Border Patrol , were unworthy to receive and so the only ones allowed holy communion? were the hooded people, the few favored locals, they were the ones who advocated a return of Spanish as the official language of the town, the sisters and Father P. He was communed by Sister J, he did the entire consecration herself.
Afterwards, one of the locals, got up and started recruiting support for the hooded people until transport could be provided north to wherever they were going. Father P chimed in and said this would be a good way for us deemed unworthy to join the trueCatholic Church, the Church of the people.
Great times and good memories :bigyikes:
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Veritas41
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At one Mass, the priest actually piled the altar bread directly upon the altar and after consecration put it into bowls for distribution. At that same church, but a different Mass (Life Teen), all the teenagers were invited to gather around the altar, which they did, standing, during the entire communion rite, even the consecration. Even the rest of the people in the pews remained standing during the consecration (I was the lone hold-out). The whole architectural set-up of this church is a liturgical abuse. The altar is almost in the middle of the floor, and the ambo is on the other side of the room. The pews run along each side of the altar, with the pews facing the opposite side, so that during Mass, you’re not directly facing the altar but the people on the other side of the church, giving the creepy feeling of worshipping the people instead of the Lord. The whole set-up seems man-centered, not God-centered.
At another church there was very possibly invalid matter involved. This church, too was an architectural nightmare–no statues (even my 6 year old noticed) or any ornamentation whatsoever. The priest actually sat down during the distribution of Communion and let EMOEs do all the distribution. I was so upset I didn’t receive Holy Communion, but my teenage son told me the bread he had received tasted “sweet,” which makes me think honey or sugar was added, which would make it invalid. I had noticed when we entered the sanctuary at the beginning of Mass that there were two different altar breads set aside – one set looking like traditional altar bread, the other like whole wheat pita bread. My son had received the pita-like bread.
At another church there was very possibly invalid matter involved. This church, too was an architectural nightmare–no statues (even my 6 year old noticed) or any ornamentation whatsoever. The priest actually sat down during the distribution of Communion and let EMOEs do all the distribution. I was so upset I didn’t receive Holy Communion, but my teenage son told me the bread he had received tasted “sweet,” which makes me think honey or sugar was added, which would make it invalid. I had noticed when we entered the sanctuary at the beginning of Mass that there were two different altar breads set aside – one set looking like traditional altar bread, the other like whole wheat pita bread. My son had received the pita-like bread.
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palmas85
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I misspelled a word or two in this one, sorry.While I cannot provide a specific date and will not as the moderators request name a certain diocese or church, I will say that the location was in Southt Texas and the time was in the early 80’s.
Our parish was serviced by what could best be described as circuit riding Jesuit priests as there was no pastor in residence. The day to day running of the parish was in the hands of my good friends The Sisters of the Most Precious Blood :bigyikes: a truly radical and phenomenal group. While all the masses and communion services were truly remarkable one stands out in my memory as really taking the cake.
The church was a beautiful church, well over a hundred years old with a magnificent main altar that had survived the renovations after Vatican II. It was not used that day and never was. Several partitions were placed in front of the communion rail which effectively hid the sanctuary. Our altar was a folding picnic table with a plastic tablecloth. The sisters said that Christ did not use an altar so neither should we. There were no candles, crucifix, flowers of anything else for that matter. At this particular mass, even though the circuit rider was present, he was I guess what you could call a concelebrant. Well lets get started
Upon entering the church I saw that there were about 20 or so people sitting in the front pews all wearing hoods over their heads. Behind them, sat most of the sisters and a few of the favored locals, more about them later. When the mass started the Mother Superior of the group, Sister J, came out accompanied by Father P, the circuit rider. Both wore white vestments with red and green sashes. Father P stood by while Sister J did the greeting, the penitential rite, which was a total improvisation concerning the plight of illegal aliens in the United States and our complicity in this evil, and the Gloria, which was also improvised in which the Lord was referred to as the only child of Sophia.
Two other sisters M and F did the readings, which were not from scripture, but reflections on the plight of our southern neighbors and the injustice they suffered. There was no Gospel reading per se, and the homily, a joint statement by Sister J and Father P was a continuation of the above with added emphasis on the fact that Christ himself had been an illegal alien as a child and was persecuted by the oppressive government of Rome because of his love of the poor and the dispossessed.
It really got good now, the gifts, hand made corn tortillas, were brought up by the hooded people, whom we were now told were"political refugees" from Central America and as such were truly special. We were also told by Father P, that the majority of the congregation, specifically those of us employed by the federal government, mostly military customs and immigration and a few Border Patrol , were unworthy to receive and so the only ones allowed holy communion? were the hooded people, the few favored locals, they were the ones who advocated a return of Spanish as the official language of the town, the sisters and Father P. He was communed by Sister J, who did the entire consecration herself.
Afterwards, one of the locals, got up and started recruiting support for the hooded people until transport could be provided north to wherever they were going. Father P chimed in and said this would be a good way for us deemed unworthy to join the true Catholic Church, the Church of the people.
Great times and good memories :bigyikes:
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arch_angelorum
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Girls prancing around the altar in mini-skirts with pom poms in hand, right during the consecration to supposedly “represent the Holy Spirit.”
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LilyM
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‘Oh Jesus you’re so fine, you’re so fine you blow my mind … hey Jesus!’ clap clap clap ‘… hey Jesus!’ clap clap clap
Sorry, that just came out of nowhere :bigyikes:
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anamchara
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LilyM said:
LOL! I’m glad I saw this Lily, too funny.
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arch_angelorum
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LilyM said:
pretty much. Except that they were singing something like a “westernised Bhuddist style chant” with their mouths open and their eyes all dilated like they were high or something.
The priest allowed all this stuff to happen and even praised it because he used to be a in a rock band as a teen so it helped him conect with his faith as he said.
I know of an (Eastern Rite) parish which as usual has only the traditional regular liturgy, but then on a saturday evening has modern praise and worship gathering for the youth OUTSIDE of liturgy. I agree with this. By all means, praise God and sing in a way you like, but keep it OUTSIDE of the Mass.
Instead of Life Teen Mass lets have Life Teen youth services after mass or on a different day.
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Dolores49
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Here is a new resource for faithful Catholics:
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Quamdiu Domine
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Many faithful Catholics are disturbed and saddened by abuses that occur in their own parish or diocese and feel powerless in seeking to have them corrected. This site is here to fill the need of us, the faithful, humbly to present to our Catholic leaders the problems we witness on a daily basis so frequently within our own Church.
Together with Catholic brothers and sisters across the world, we pray that the pastors of the Church will hear our cry for help and exercise their pastoral authority to heal the wounds caused by dissent from the teaching of the Magisterium and by abusive or irreverent celebrations of Holy Mass.
After exhausting all options to correct specific abuses in your area, please send us a VHS, DVD or audio file of the abuse for posting to this website. Posting to this site is at the sole discretion of Quamdiu Domine and every attempt will be made by us to corroborate the abuse and give the offending parties the opportunity to correct the abuse prior to posting.
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qdomine.com/index.htm
Quamdiu Domine
How Long? O Lord…
Many faithful Catholics are disturbed and saddened by abuses that occur in their own parish or diocese and feel powerless in seeking to have them corrected. This site is here to fill the need of us, the faithful, humbly to present to our Catholic leaders the problems we witness on a daily basis so frequently within our own Church.
Together with Catholic brothers and sisters across the world, we pray that the pastors of the Church will hear our cry for help and exercise their pastoral authority to heal the wounds caused by dissent from the teaching of the Magisterium and by abusive or irreverent celebrations of Holy Mass.
After exhausting all options to correct specific abuses in your area, please send us a VHS, DVD or audio file of the abuse for posting to this website. Posting to this site is at the sole discretion of Quamdiu Domine and every attempt will be made by us to corroborate the abuse and give the offending parties the opportunity to correct the abuse prior to posting.
Located in San Francisco. Pass it on.
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