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Much ado about not very much. I agree, this is a distraction. Deleting this thread from my list.
I would ask your family to do the research on it as well.Maybe even have them speak to a Catholic Priest you trust enough to help them see what you understand. From my understanding, holding hands, according to Cardinal Arinze, is definitely discouraged because if you hold hands with one person, shouldn’t you hold everyones hands to create the unity aspect of the situation?There is absolutely no need for physical contact during a prayer. He does not have, although, a particular stance on raising your hands.Hi there,
So I was just wondering is holding hands during the Our Father discouraged? You see my family is one of those that have always held hands during the Our Father during mass and I saw other families and individuals doing it so I’ve always thought it was okay. I never knew why I did it I just did it. I thought it was a ‘unity’ thing.
But, I’ve recently learned through different more conservative Catholics, priests and other really great Catholic friends of mine that this practice of holding hands is actually discouraged. I’ve also done some personal research and found the same results. I used to hold my hands up during the Our Father even without my parents, but now I’ve stopped. Instead I just fold my hands together.
While I don’t do this when I am at mass myself, when I am with my parents it’s totally different. I really want to stop this practice, mainly because now I’m uncomfortable doing it knowing that it’s discouraged. But at the same time, I also feel uncomfortable talking to my parents about it. I’m still a teenager only 16 and I don’t want to seemingly disrespect them by not wanting to hold hands any longer. However, I feel distracted with the action now and can’t seem to focus fully during the Our Father at mass because of this.
Maybe there’s just something wrong with how I perceive this and shouldn’t make a big deal about it. . .but I’m not sure.
Any advice on how to deal with this or to confront my parents?
Holding hands IS discouraged.No, actually, it isn’t discouraged.
Funny, I notice that people keep speaking in the passive voice here. Obviously, that’s because writing in the ordinary active voice would require them to try to decide who is doing all this discouraging. Somehow “Internet kibbitzers discourage it” wouldn’t have quite the same force to it as the faceless, ambiguous “It is discouraged” does.
No, that’s not true at all. And the Roman Missal has absolutely no comment whatsoever on use of the orans posture by members of the congregation.
Thank you for making these facts clear! It truly bothers me when there are some who just pick and choose what they want and ignore the entire rule. Aren’t those called cafeteria catholics?If you would have followed my link you would have known where I got it from.
Even with your more"acurate translation" It says what I bolded that same thing. It is not proper to carry out the gestures(oran position). I agree that Peggy Fry Catholic Answers Apologist quoted the wrong document but it doesn’t make her answer wrong.
In the end it does not equate to there being no prohibition or document against using the oran position. Simpy not true.
I’ll be honest. I’m a little appalled, once I rec’d this email, that the assumption is that I’m uncomfortable holding hands with my parents merely because I am approaching adulthood.My bet is that you’re uncomfortable holding hands with your parents period, since you are approaching adulthood. When you have kids you will know how significant holding hands with them is. I hold hands with my dad when I’m lucky enough to be at mass with him (once every few years since he lives so far away) - that’s 500lbs of man-flesh holding hands right there! If my brother the deacon is on my other side of me at mass then there’s over 800lbs of manly men holding hands and praying together!
Why do I hold his hands when praying to “Our Father”? Because they are the hands that worked to provide food for the table and a roof for our heads, that wiped my bottom, bathed me, fed me, corrected me from time to time, and taught me to drive, and arm-wrestled with me when I was bigger.