In 65, I was senior in High School, and had been an altar boy since I was seven. I loved the Traditional Mass and still do. When I came home from overseas in 69, I found the entire Mass gone and in its place something that I could not even understand let alone appreciate. After some trials and tribulations I came home to the Church again, determined to try to see some, anything good in this new Mass that
WE HAD TO ACCEPT OR ELSE
I tried, I really did, but all I saw week after week was more and more and more gross disregard for the basic principles off the faith that had been drilled into me by my mother, the Daughters of Charity and the Redemptorist Fathers. I watched in stunned horror when the tabernacle, the most Holy Spot in the Church was removed. Not in procession and not even emptied, but picked up by two workmen who moved it set it in the ground amidst their tools and continued working as if nothing happened, I saw nuns giving homilies while “Priests” sat on the sidelines wearing rainbow striped stoles and no other vestments. I saw children taught that obedience to anything that they did not agree with was nothing more than a cop out. I saw entire convents and rectories emptied out for no other reason than that the Church was no longer relevent. I saw Protestant Ministers both receiving and handing out Holy Communion which in some cases was nothing more than corn tortillas because that was the food of the people. I saw Masses devoted solely to mind numbing harangues against the US Governments policy in Central America Asia, Africa you name it and over and over etc etc.
The the Holy Father who obviously saw that something was very very wrong allowed us to once again celebrate the Traditional Mass. All of a sudden, all the hypocrasy, all the experimentation all the nonsence was not a problem as long as there was a Traditional Mass to be found. Luckily, both of the towns I call home, San Diego and New Orleans had them, early I might add and well, very well attended. There we prayed that one day the Church would return from its quest for relevence in the modern world to its roots of the adoration and worship of God the Father, Christ the Son and the Holy Spirit the Paraclete. We prayed that once again the Blessed Mother could be called upon openly to aid us and intercede for us and not to have those requests laughed at and called superstitious and un biblical by the progressives.
And the Holy Spirit listened and gave us as the new Holy Father a man who too had seen the destruction of piety in the name of progress, who had seen the mindlessness of those comitted to change at whatever cost and saw just how dangerous allowing man to make his individual decisions on religion rather then listening to the Magesterium could be.
I think that we are turning the corner and the summer will soon be upon us and the new springtime just a nightmare that while never forgotten will recede from our memories like the tides.
WE WILL NEVER FORGET WHAT THEY TRIED TO DO TO THE FAITH
And we will not be silent again.