Frankly, I don’t care for liturgical archaeology; digging up something that was dropped centuries ago as a justification for present tinkering. I’m concerned about getting into Heaven.
In my opinion, the Latin Rite Catholic Mass has been bowdlerised over the past 40+ years; a great wrenching change at the beginning, and seriously-irreverent add-ons later.
They look, to me, as the sort of thing you’d do if you thought Jesus was some fairy character who you needn’t be afraid of. Focus on the Priest, give each other a congratulatory handshake, get the audience up on the stage, sing a few self-satisfied Protestant hymns etc.
I think we’ve become enchanted with ourselves, our intellectualisms and scientific advances. So the priest faces the people, we focus on him, dump ornate language so the audience can join in.
Go a bit further: Move the tabernacle so a) the priest doesn’t have his back to it and b) we’re not discomfited by the reminder of The Prisoner within; build Churches which look like ships or arts centres, keep St. Michael out both in both statue-form and prayer, use troubador guitars instead of ecclesiastic organs …
Continue for another 40 years and you’ll have a group of old ladies dancing around a basket of pre-consecrated hosts in a bare room somewhere.
Small wonder people don’t go to Mass, or behave reverently when they do, when, symbolically, and by their actions and speech, those present, and officiating, don’t seem to be taking it seriously either.
Hee, hee, they’re not even doing it according the rubrics laid down for it. I doubt if 1 in 1000 pew-warmers know the OF was supposed to be done in Latin, ad-orientem, with chant.
I wonder if it’s that old sin come round again? Pride, as in intellectual pride: Let’s change the Mass, because we can.
I can now quite see why people went to the SSPX. It’s painful to go to your local Mass and have to suffer these novelties. The worry arises: If our central rite can change so drastically, can it still transmit the same graces?
Went to an OF yesterday, Saint Patricks day. Fairly brusque, as there was a novena after it. The congregation didn’t really quiet down until aound the consecration. Communion distributed by the priest and one black elderly female EMC; side by side, almost partners in the enterprise.
At least the queue for the priest was a good deal longer; suggests some people understand this is not quite right, or that he has a virtue an EMC doesn’t.