If anyone remembers (and I think everyone has made an effort to forget because Rome stepped in and fixed the problem), the original new translation was going to slaughter the Oratres Frates on the altar of gender neutrality. The translation rejected by Rome that set off the new translation rules read something like:
Priest: Pray my brothers and sisters that this our sacrifice maybe be acceptable to God.
People: May God accept the sacrifice at your hands for the praise and glory of God’s name, for our good and the good of all God’s church.
So learn, according to the old guard at ICEL. God is not entitled to personal pronouns. He has to put up with us saying “God. God. God” over and over again. And ICEL overruled St. Paul…we aren’t supposed to call him “Abba…father” because that might offend some feminist hag sitting in the front pew. So we can’t lovingly call Him Father.
Then there was an attempt from some bishops to spare us this inane translation by address the response to God.
People: God, accept the sacrifice at your priest’s hands for the praise and glory of your name, for our good and the good of all your church.
Neither translations survived. Rome came to English speaking Catholics’ rescue.