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Now was this truly the way the church taught pre vat II? Or a misconception of teaching preached by some?..kinda like even last Monday I heard that Mary possibly died yet her body was assumed, but heard a few months ago from a priest in a children’s liturgy thatary didn’t die…
 
Whoa! I’m not wanting to derail the thread, but I’d like to set the record straight, please! There may have been a stray priest here and there with mental problems or with authoritarian hangups who might have espoused such stuff, but that was definitely NOT the norm!!

NO! Venial sins weren’t categorized by the Church, nor her priests, nor her literature, as mortal sins! Venial sins were always the same venial sins they are today, and mortal sins were always the same mortal sins they are today. Check the lists found in examinations of conscience prior to VII. That doesn’t mean that there weren’t controlling parents, extended family members, nuns, nor priests who didn’t latch onto an occasion for a guilt trip to get kids to shape up when kids were errant.

We had a priest who was a very controlling person and in his later years was a very controlling senile person! He should have been relieved of pastoral duties years before the diocese moved him to “assist” at the Cathedral in a distant city (where he offered daily Masses); instead, one poor young priest after another was saddled with being his assistant. When he’d get WAY out of hand, the ramrod parishioners would trek to the Bishop, and he’d go off for a “vacation” (treatment) of several weeks to a few months, but even he didn’t call venial sins mortal ones.

Yes, prior to Vatican II, people in our neck of the woods (we attended Mass in four counties) did normally go to confession once a week, if possible, and, if not, once a month. Although one could receive communion with venial sin upon the soul, it was still a smudge, at least, upon the purity of the soul, and, back then–as opposed to recent years–receiving communion with the cleanest soul possible was highly prized. Children in church schools normally attended mass and received communion every school day, and many, many townspeople–both those who worked downtown and those who were busy at home–did the same. Recall, too, that many of the saints advocated daily confession.

If you have a 2nd or 3rd grader, do you tell them that it’s fine for them to receive communion with only the venial sins of stealing their classmates’ pencils, candy, lunch, trinkets, or money? And then expect them to follow the straight and narrow as they grow older? If it’s no big deal to take a dollar at age 7 or 8, why is it a big deal to take money for any reason at all from Mom’s purse or Dad’s wallet while they’re sleeping? Or do you give them the frequent opportunity to go to confession so that their soul is spotless upon receiving communion? Back then, we opted for the latter. Stealing and lying were strict taboos, so probably weren’t considered venial. (I’m old enough not to remember, with certainty!) They were definitely a big deal!

The Catholic Church used to be the gold standard for attempting to live right in the sight of God. Throughout the world, Cathollics had set the standards for higher and higher levels of education for the masses. Even those who decried everything Catholic looked to us as a beacon in education, law, theology, logic, morals, and, yes, science. I’m not sure that we’re still held in such high esteem. Judging by what I see in our churches and read on CAF, I don’t think that, as a whole–at least, in the U.S.–we hold ourselves to those same high ideals. People used to be more concerned with what was appropriate for a given situation (for example, reverence during Mass) and more oriented to what they thought would be pleasing to God, compared to today (for example, wanting to talk during Mass, so, ignoring that silence is appropriate, going ahead and talking–or laughing).

You didn’t see the gawking, talking, and even laughter that intrude during the Masses of these last many years. The parishioners tried to be quiet to hear the priest. The Missal was split, with Latin on one side and English (or whatever vernacular was being used) on the other. We were intent upon hearing the Latin intonation of the priest’s words so that we could keep up with the English. We constantly had to be on our toes in order to follow along with the prayers. We avidly listened for the bells and certain familiar actions of the priest or altar boys. If someone became ill, he was helped by those nearby, but the rest of the church body would have no inkling, because their eyes and minds were fastened upon the sacrifice of the Mass. We had a sense of expectation and anticipation for the Eucharist which I’ve not seen nor sensed on the part of most others, in years.

maryjk, I’m terribly sorry that people in your community experienced such extremes. People should have gone to the bishop, repeatedly, if necessary, because the incidents your friends report were not the norm. They’re so far from anything that I experienced or heard about, that, were it not coming from a Catholic, I’d say it’s another anti-Catholic fable. Our family was very active in diocesan and state activities within the church, so I don’t think that my impression of those years is a narrow one, at least for our state.

Also, if I’m remembering correctly, it took a formal act of the Bishop to excommunicate someone, and, even if that occurred, the person was simply unable to receive any sacrament except that of Confession, until the indiviual ironed out his problem with the priest, and then the Bishop’s office. You did say that the priest was old, so he had to have been mentally deteriorating, or, perhaps, as a mere mortal, one of his failings was a dictatorial personality. Whatever the reason for his poor priestly actions, I’m appalled that your family had such a bad–and definitely not a genuine Catholic–experience. I’m so sorry that your family and those in your community were exposed to such distortion of the way things should have been.

OP, maybe this background will help you in deciding the traditions you wish to establish in your own family.
 
maryjk, I’m terribly sorry that people in your community experienced such extremes. ** People should have gone to the bishop, repeatedly,** if necessary, because the incidents your friends report were not the norm. They’re so far from anything that I experienced or heard about, that, were it not coming from a Catholic, I’d say it’s another anti-Catholic fable. Our family was very active in diocesan and state activities within the church, so I don’t think that my impression of those years is a narrow one, at least for our state.

**Also, if I’m remembering correctly, it took a formal act of the Bishop to excommunicate someone, and, even if that occurred, the person was simply unable to receive any sacrament except that of Confession, until the indiviual ironed out his problem with the priest, and then the Bishop’s office. ** You did say that the priest was old, so he had to have been mentally deteriorating, or, perhaps, as a mere mortal, one of his failings was a dictatorial personality. Whatever the reason for his poor priestly actions, I’m appalled that your family had such a bad–and definitely not a genuine Catholic–experience. I’m so sorry that your family and those in your community were exposed to such distortion of the way things should have been.

OP, maybe this background will help you in deciding the traditions you wish to establish in your own family.
First the reference to old wasn’t about his age, but about “back then” in the 70’s. He wasn’t old in the sense that he had seen many years.

Go to the Bishop? While you are in the hospital? Having surgery? How many people back then would have “gone to the Bishop?” Shoot, how many people even knew how to communicate with the Bishop? Remember there wasn’t email or Google.

And of course it was nonsense. Yes, now we know that a priest can’t excommunicate a person. Hind sight is always 20-20. But thank you for informing us. :rolleyes:
 
I agree with you qwuestion, the first mass I attended was with a girl I was dating and her family, being raised southern Baptist it wasn’t a concern to chat somewhat quietly with other congregates, her mother, tho not rude or condescendingly, enlightened me about what exactly is goin on just before mass. This is one of the moments that the catholic intrigue started seeping in, I loved the reverence, and not to be offensive but there seemed to be a realistic view of worship, you know, kinda a here and now before us that to me wasn’t there in my Baptist bringing, which is what I love about our church, its a faith you can touch, bringing something sacred to our very bodies…

Sorry to have trailed, back to point, .Here I am years later and it seems that the parish I attend now isn’t like the one back home. Is say it has to do with the parishioners. But I love father wies, who calls out those who walk in late (after gospel) and hose who receive and leave. And now he doesn’t point them out but makes a mention just about every mass…
 
I’ve talked to some of the moms that did that, they were taught that everyone was pretty much in mortal sin, all of the time.

Find a dollar and keep it, mortal sin. Argue with anyone, mortal sin. Don’t make your bed, like mom asked, mortal sin. And off to Confession with you.

Heck an old priest, in the 70’s, told my mom that she was in mortal sin … with no way out … because she didn’t get permission for life saving surgery. Since the surgery included removing her uterus, she was suppose to ask for permission. And since she didn’t, she was excommunicated. :rolleyes:

The good old days weren’t so good. Yes, everyone went to Confession. But many were also terrified of God, the Church and their local parish.
Oh, that seems really strange. Nobody ever told us we were always in mortal sin. We were just kids. Mostly we just confessed minor things–disobeying parents, talking back, stuff like that. It wasn’t mandatory confession, it was just a family custom, and a lot of families did it, going to confession on Saturday as a family. The advantage of it was that we got into the habit of frequent confession at an early age, and also into the habit of examining our conscience. It was no big deal if anyone–or the whole family–missed, but it was customary, and the lines were long. Sometimes when we had relatives over visiting they even went with us.
 
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