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Brian_C
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I swam the Tiber about 5 years ago, coming into the Church on the Easter Vigil in 2006. I was raised Baptist though I had some Catholic family members. This past Easter, my wife and I went back to our hometown with our 3 kids to visit both sets of parents (all of which are Baptist and attend the same church).
We knew our parents would want us to go to our childhood Baptist church on Easter morning, so we planned to attend the vigil at the main local Catholic Church. Though we’ve gone there several times for Christmas mass, we’d never been for Easter. It was an AMAZING mass! The priest was wonderful and the mass was very reverent. I hadn’t felt so close to Christ in a long time.
The next morning, we attended the Baptist service. I felt empty on many levels. First, the service was, well, no mass. Without the Eucharist, it really felt pointless. I’ve attended services there a couple of times since converting, but this time the contrast was glaring! Second, it just didn’t feel like the same church. Though often we complain about how this church or that one doesn’t follow the GIRM, that’s nothing compared to the wholesale changes that many Evangelical churches seem to have undergone in the last 20 or so years. Reverent little blue hair ladies in their Sunday finest had been replaced with a very casual crowd. Where a wonderful choir once sat, there was now a band with guitars, drums, and twin projectors for the words. The music director was even backed on both sides by women swaying to the beat.
I left the service saddened and shocked. This is not meant to be an indictment. Just, well, I don’t know. I’ve not posted much lately, though I have lurked. But I’ve been thinking about this since Easter. Just had to say something to someone that might understand…
We knew our parents would want us to go to our childhood Baptist church on Easter morning, so we planned to attend the vigil at the main local Catholic Church. Though we’ve gone there several times for Christmas mass, we’d never been for Easter. It was an AMAZING mass! The priest was wonderful and the mass was very reverent. I hadn’t felt so close to Christ in a long time.
The next morning, we attended the Baptist service. I felt empty on many levels. First, the service was, well, no mass. Without the Eucharist, it really felt pointless. I’ve attended services there a couple of times since converting, but this time the contrast was glaring! Second, it just didn’t feel like the same church. Though often we complain about how this church or that one doesn’t follow the GIRM, that’s nothing compared to the wholesale changes that many Evangelical churches seem to have undergone in the last 20 or so years. Reverent little blue hair ladies in their Sunday finest had been replaced with a very casual crowd. Where a wonderful choir once sat, there was now a band with guitars, drums, and twin projectors for the words. The music director was even backed on both sides by women swaying to the beat.
I left the service saddened and shocked. This is not meant to be an indictment. Just, well, I don’t know. I’ve not posted much lately, though I have lurked. But I’ve been thinking about this since Easter. Just had to say something to someone that might understand…