I am right with you on the anger part. Not only for me, but for all of my classmates who never really knew right from wrong. Mom and Dad could teach what they want, but the modern nuns, modern priests and lay teachers, undid all that.
After watching my parish go downhill from same kind of Catholics who screwed up so many my age, to the point that I was unteaching with the help of a St. Joseph Cathechism book, all that my two daughters were learning in “Religious Formation”, I escaped to an “Old Tyme”, “traditional”, “conservative”, “correct Post VII” (whatever one calls it) parish.
In some ways I still have heartache about the children I left behind. I assisted in “Religious Formation”. I know what they are learning. When the Ash Wednesday class is a celebration of Mardi Gras and when the First Grade teacher asks the class who the Pope is and a child answers “Pope John” and told he is right. Never a mention of the miracle of the Eucharist to the First Communicants until Feb (and then it’s a meal), no big ceremony, just pick a mass. Any First Communicant who make it together standing around the Altar for the Consecration, putting the Alleluia away for lent with bells and cheers in the main. The place slid down in the five years I was there.
And do you know what the biggest heartache is to me? I could escape. I could go to that very reverent parish. Hundreds of thousands of Catholics go every Sunday, empty. Yes it is valid, yes there is nothing illicit, but they feel nothing but an obligation. That breaks my heart.
I don’t care if you want a lively mass, with guitars, swaying, holding hands, anything goes, but offer those of us who want the reverence and silence our place too.
And it would be very helpful if those in charge got over the fact that just because we don’t like a Charismatic Mass, does not mean that we are not being Christian. We just don’t feel Catholic there.
/rant off/