C
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While on holidays in the USA,one church I went to was Catholic, maybe! I had never seen anything quite like it and never hope to again. The priest changed the words of everything, even the sign of the Cross (In the name of the Father and Mother, and of the son, and of the love of the Holy Spirit). There was a lot of clapping throughout the Mass but I especially remember the Gloria where “Gloria, Clap, clap, clap. Gloria clap, clap clap. Gloria Clap Clap Clap” was repeated over and over again. At one stage, the woman next to me hugged me and asked me to forgive her. I was too stunned to say or do anything. Some people were walking in the aisle shaking hands during the “sign of peace”. The family in front of me ate snacks throughout the Mass and kindly offered them to everyone around them. Holy Communion was some kind of large cookie that the priest broke into pieces and gave to people. There were crumbs everywhere. There were dancers wearing skimpy white dresses that danced up the aisle before the priest, around the altar and again around the Bible before the reading of the Gospel, which was read by a woman. I could go on and on but I think you get the picture. I really will never forget the “experience”.
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Was it in the Diocese of Saginaw?
Sounds soooo familiar.