Good for them.I also am aware of at least one intersex person who just stayed intersex and had a reasonably normal happy life.
Oh, I would definitely freeze liturgy in 1958!HomeschoolDad:![]()
Hmm, that’s the year I was born. I’m of a more mixed mind. There are some things from 1958 that I would like to have frozen in time, but some I’m not so sure. Actually I’m pretty sure wouldn’t freeze liturgy at 1958. I am glad Vatican II happened on all its levels.And I say this as a traditionalist conservative who would otherwise pretty much freeze society around 1958, minus, of course, racism and Jim Crow.
If I had been around then, and if my opinion had been solicited, I might have trimmed a rubric here and there, but that’s about it. If there was such a burning desire to have the liturgy in the vernacular, then just translate what we already had. It’s not rocket science.
The issues with which Vatican II was concerned, could have been resolved more simply and succinctly in a synod or perhaps a series of synods. But then again, my opinion wasn’t solicited. (I was only two years old, I really wouldn’t have had an opinion
Please let it be noted that I accept Vatican II when interpreted according to the analogia fidei, and I accept the Novus Ordo Missae, either in Latin or in a faithful vernacular translation, as entirely valid and licit.
Glad it all turned out well. But I am happy to see that unwed pregnancy these days carries not nearly the stigma that it used to — in secular circles, it carries no stigma whatsoever — and that a woman (and man!) who bring this about have not committed the unforgivable sin, nor should they be ramrodded into marrying, just because they have a baby, or giving the baby up for adoption if they’d rather keep it.One thing I would freeze though, is attitude towards abortion. You see, I was born to an 18 y.o. single mom. My father’s name was never on the original birth certificate. Fortunately abortion was not something even on the radar scopes of a poor rural girl from Nova Scotia. Instead, she was sent away from her village, to Ontario, where she gave birth to me, and put me up for adoption. The attending physician was my adoptive mother’s brother. That was the good kind of casual hook-up