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Al_Masetti
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You mentioned “weak homily” …At “Oprah” masses, I have sometimes found consolation by closely focusing my attention on the words of the Eucharistic prayer and consecration. That, along with receiving Communion, makes mass meaningful for me.
I simply endure the weak homily, horribly sappy music, and gender-mutilated scripture readings, waiting for the elevation of the Host.
We did that “touchy-feely” stuff in the 60’s and 70’s, and it led to a great decline in the participation of the faithul, especially among men. It’s time to get over it and regain what we lost.
Strong Catholic men, you will find friends in these forums!
- Rob in Oregon
About 15 years ago, I had to make a business day-trip of about 100 miles on a weekday. The appointment was for like 7am. Anyway I got there, we conducted the meeting and I was headed out wandering around the somewhat rural area looking for the entrance to the highway …
It was around 8:30am and I was sort of saying to myself that it was right around time for morning Mass.
And I came to a stop sign … at Church Street!
[Now, there’s a clue!]
So, I just “arbitrarily” picked a direction and set out onto CHURCH STREET looking for a CHURCH.
And, low and behold, I came upon a magnificent brick and stone edifice, set well back from the road.
And the sign said “Community of Saint [whatever]”
“Hmmmm … thinks I … I wonder if it’s Catholic.”]
So I drove into the parking lot and walked into the darkened church. No body around. Finally I saw a person and asked if there would be a Mass. And they said, yes, in 15 minutes in the chapel… and motioned toward the back someplace.
So, I wandered into the tiny chapel. Among the things I noticed were two loaves of pumpernickel bread ?] in a plate, and an “altar girl”.
“Hmmmmm… thinks I … I wonder if it’s Catholic.”]
But the little room was crowded with smiling people who had bright kelly green ribbons pinned to their shirts and dresses … of course, it is St. Patricks’s day … must be Catholic.
The “priest” was wearing only the alb garment.
“Hmmmmm … thinks I … I wonder if it’s Catholic.”]
As the “Mass” began, a fellow in a plaid sports shirt got up to read the GOSPEL!!!
“HMMMMM … thinks I … IS THIS PLACE CATHOLIC???”]
My brain was racing in high gear… desperate for some sign that this place was Catholic.
And, then, I KNEW …
And I could finally relax.
For, the priest stood up and gave the most wishy-washy homily I have ever heard in my entire 60+ years.
Indeed, this place was Catholic!!
:banghead:*