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***Rollin’ Rollin’ Rollin’
Keep movin’, movin’, movin’,
Though they’re disapprovin’,
Keep them doggies movin’ Rawhide!
Don’t try to understand 'em,
Just rope and throw and grab 'em,
…
Move 'em on, head 'em up,
Head 'em up, move 'em out,
Move 'em on, head 'em out Rawhide!
Set 'em out, ride 'em in
Ride 'em in, let 'em out,
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in Rawhide.***
Those are some of the lyrics, and they fit pretty well with what happens at my parish every summer. For some reason, my pastor takes the Mass really serious during the other three seasons, but summer is different. It suddenly becomes move 'em in and move ‘em out time. I know my parish is in a coastal state and the beaches are less than an hour away, but come on! The Mass suddenly get 10 minutes shorter, and the feasts do not get celebrated with the same vigor as they are during the other months. Incense? Forget about it during summer. Normal length homilies? They’re gone too, quick and not so to the point they are. Hymns? No, we have what I call hymnettes as we sing very few songs more than half way through. Of course folks dress like they just got out of bed and are going to put the garbage out for the morning collection (income has no direct correlation as the doctors and professionals do it as much as the non-professionals). Attendance goes way down, yet we still have extraordinary ministers giving out communion, this despite the fact that the 11:30am Mass generally has three priests for a Mass that is not at all heavily attended. Anybody have any idea why this wonderful parish in the northeast corner of RI suddenly changes when the winds turn warm? I go to this parish because I grew up in it and for three seasons it’s wonderful. But every summer I seriously consider movin’ on myself, to a place where the Mass is celebrated with the same love and vigor all year long. This simply makes no sense to me. Heaven never takes time off, and we should never take time off from our love for the Mass.
Keep movin’, movin’, movin’,
Though they’re disapprovin’,
Keep them doggies movin’ Rawhide!
Don’t try to understand 'em,
Just rope and throw and grab 'em,
…
Move 'em on, head 'em up,
Head 'em up, move 'em out,
Move 'em on, head 'em out Rawhide!
Set 'em out, ride 'em in
Ride 'em in, let 'em out,
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in Rawhide.***
Those are some of the lyrics, and they fit pretty well with what happens at my parish every summer. For some reason, my pastor takes the Mass really serious during the other three seasons, but summer is different. It suddenly becomes move 'em in and move ‘em out time. I know my parish is in a coastal state and the beaches are less than an hour away, but come on! The Mass suddenly get 10 minutes shorter, and the feasts do not get celebrated with the same vigor as they are during the other months. Incense? Forget about it during summer. Normal length homilies? They’re gone too, quick and not so to the point they are. Hymns? No, we have what I call hymnettes as we sing very few songs more than half way through. Of course folks dress like they just got out of bed and are going to put the garbage out for the morning collection (income has no direct correlation as the doctors and professionals do it as much as the non-professionals). Attendance goes way down, yet we still have extraordinary ministers giving out communion, this despite the fact that the 11:30am Mass generally has three priests for a Mass that is not at all heavily attended. Anybody have any idea why this wonderful parish in the northeast corner of RI suddenly changes when the winds turn warm? I go to this parish because I grew up in it and for three seasons it’s wonderful. But every summer I seriously consider movin’ on myself, to a place where the Mass is celebrated with the same love and vigor all year long. This simply makes no sense to me. Heaven never takes time off, and we should never take time off from our love for the Mass.