I used to attend the parish in which I was enrolled in school in and was closest to where I lived. All the priests there spoke English as a second language. Really, this wasn’t much of a problem because I am hispanic, so I understand Spanish but prefer English. The problem was that I really wasn’t being “fed.” My relationship with Jesus wasn’t improving much, all the pastor seemed to care about was his image and money. And whenever a priest joined the parish and people began to love him (as much as they love the pastor or more) he was quickly transferred out of the parish. One day at Mass a man had a heart attack in the restroom. An ambulance was called and they found that people were parked in the fire lane zone so they gave them tickets. That Mass, the priest’s homily was a lecture on parking rules in the parish and the consequences of parking wrong. He said, “Don’t come crying to me about parking tickets because I won’t care. If you park in the wrong place I will call the police to give you a ticket.” The parish lost a few parishioners after that homily. And it really became clear to me what he cared about most. He did not even mention the man with the heart attack. Not to mention, the people working at the rectory weren’t the nicest people on the planet. And while yes, I was going to Mass and receiving the Eucharist there, that was it, I wasn’t growing spiritually.
Then I moved and my family realized that we were close to a parish that was very popular. So we decided to attend Mass there one Sunday. We fell in love with the parish and the pastor. Now I only attend the parish I am registered at when I need to read at Mass or when my sister altar serves. That’s it. I recently went to take a class at that parish to become a godfather and they gave me a hard time because I am not considered a “practicing Catholic” because I don’t give that parish money (though I attend the other church every Sunday). That bothered me a lot.
I would say that it really does matter on where you are being fed. If I lived somewhere else further from the parish I go to now, I would drive the extra 20 minutes because I am spiritually fed there. It is a parish in which you see the Holy Spirit working in, unlike the parish I am registered with. Because sure, you go to your regional parish, but what good is it if you aren’t getting anything out of it. I was in a spiritual darkness when I attended the parish closest to me before I moved.
God bless.
This was a well done post - Thank you.
I’ve had friends who have been involved in a parish, and it seemed liked when it came time to get married, the only way a priest knew your name was by your registration and your tithe - I agree that is a turnoff.
While I’ve never been asked why I attended a certain parish, I will say being “fed” makes a difference. If it’s a half hour drive - do it. For 6 years, I drove an extra 10-15 minutes for that reason. The parish I was zoned for had a pastor (he was the only full-time priest there - the parish did have a couple priests who would come to assist) who would give a 45 minute Mass with a mediocre homily, and the congregation stood the whole time during the consecration.
I had a friend who lived in my local area for a number of years. My friend preferred to attend Mass near a college campus. However, he registered at a downtown parish that was known for orthodoxy and sent a check there every month - that way he was counted in the diocese. The reason my friend sent money to the downtown parish – the pastor was very orthodox, and within a very short time, this pastor revived a downtown parish.
I guess some places still enforce parish boundaries. I read an article that the Archdiocese of Detroit formally lifted parish boundaries because the Bishop (Maida at the time) wanted to encourage more Catholics to drive downtown on Sunday, since many of the parishes were empty. (Assumption Grotto is one parish in Detroit that has had a successful revival). A brother Knight (who is a Catholic convert) lived in Boston in the early 1990’s. He once told me that he and his wife were denied registration at a parish. I must be lucky that I’ve never been denied registration or told to go elsewhere.
I also know some Catholics that live on the boundaries of a diocese and attend Mass in another diocese. I used to do this sometimes myself. When I worked in Colorado (2001), I would often drive on Sunday afternoons into Denver to attend the Young Adult Mass at the Cathedral - Archbishop Chaput made it a priority for him to do a Mass on Sunday evenings specifically for Young Adults at 6:30 p.m. Sunday evening.
My brother’s parish in Minnesota is undergoing a merger between two parishes right now, so this topic on parish boundaries has recently come to light. It’s a matter of certain parishes being empty, due to things like demographics, location, and liturgical style. Other factors like operations and capital costs come to play as well. I’m also aware of parishes changing the Mass schedules due to things like attendance. I knew one parish that went to one 8:00 a.m. Mass on Sunday instead of having both a 7:30 a.m. Mass and a 9:00 a.m. Mass.