Prior to moving to the East side, I lived in the West side where I observed not only my own parish, but that of many family members throughout the area. None of the assertions about the mass being Lutheran is accurate, and I stand by my request to avoid this depiction as a generality.
Please point out where I said the mass was Lutheran. I said, very close. That means not exact. They do not have Our Lord truly appearing at their services and I have no clue why you would assume that.
Okay, I’ll play the oneupmanship game.
I’ve lived in Brook Park, Ohio, Berea, Ohio, Redford, MI and where I live now.
My father was a salesman so we traveled. His territory ran from IL over to the East Coast from Upstate NY down to SC. I’ve been to Holy Mass in Steubenville and God willing, will be there again. I was even in a parish in Sydney, NSW.
My hubby lived in WA, CA, OR, SC, NC, Japan and Korea, attending Protestant services all the way. He knows what a Protestant service looks like and can easily compare it with what he sees at the “Catholic Community” and what he sees at our parish.
I get from your posts that you have lots of friends, so do I! Some Catholic, some not. I’ve been in lots of parishes too, but none of this is either here nor there. It’s about the parishes in my vicariate.
But where you don’t have an advantage is you do not have either one of our experiences. You can paint broadbrush generalizations about my area and how solemn the Lutherans are or how pious the Catholics are, but to the untrained eye, the local Lutheran service is as solemn as the Holy Mass at the Catholic community. Add in there that one is hard pressed to find statues or a crucifix (until this year) at the Catholic Community. And the problem is that the Catholic Community does not teach their parishioners to have a trained eye.
Most people on this board understand Our Lord being at our Holy Mass, but those who are getting “feel good Christianity” instead of solid Catechesis do not.
THAT is the point.
Once Maria’s son looked around and found the tabernacle at the parish, he then knew where he was.
Pitifully, some have no clue to even look.
Now on a happier note. Can we please get back to the Catholic jokes?
My wonderful pastor (God Bless Him and grant him long life) is coming to dinner and I’m going to wow him with my humor. (right
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