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Unfortunately, the parishes where standing after Agnus Dei is vigorously encouraged is on the road to other things.
I once attended a mass presided by a Cardinal who shall remain nameless. It was the first time my family witnessed teenage girls in leotards dancing in the processional. We found ourselves staring at a row of buttocks after Agnus Dei. I recall choking on what looked like whole wheat twinkies shoved down my throat by a eucharistic minister.
We need to put our foot down somewhere.
I once attended a mass presided by a Cardinal who shall remain nameless. It was the first time my family witnessed teenage girls in leotards dancing in the processional. We found ourselves staring at a row of buttocks after Agnus Dei. I recall choking on what looked like whole wheat twinkies shoved down my throat by a eucharistic minister.
We need to put our foot down somewhere.