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aquohn
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So, at Mass, I noticed that, during the reading of the Gospel, everyone stands. Two altar boys stand in front of the pulpit, with actual metal torches. And only the priest is allowed to read it. Hmm, must be really special, as though it were really the word of God.
Here’s an interesting bit of trivia. Until Vatican II, there used to be “Minor orders”, which were, in descending order of importance, acolyte (who performed tasks like carrying around torches, etc.), exorcist, lector and porter (doorkeeper). All these people had to undergo a rite of ordination (not Holy Orders, though). There was a vast gulf of separation between the Church an ordinary people.
You had to be ordained to open and close the door, as though something really sacred was inside.
You had to be ordained to read from the book. As though those words really were sacred, the Word of God, perhaps. But now there’s a copy on my shelf.
In much the same way that only a woman’s husband may approach her body (if you know what I mean), only an ordained person could even read the from the Bible. Why was this so?
Simple: reverence. The world is separated into sacred and profane. The movement a sacred object into the realm of the profane was known as profanation, or desecration: sacrilege.
St. Jerome may have said “Ignorance of the Scriptures is ignorance of Christ.” True, but I do not think the illiterate Christians (and who could not say that most were, over the history of the Church) all went to hell. I am very sure that the exposure they received to it from the readings at Mass sufficed for the good of their souls. And, perhaps, we need to start approaching the Word of God with the reverence it deserves.
I’m starting to think that, whether or not the old myth about Latin-only Bibles is true, it doesn’t really matter.
Here’s an interesting bit of trivia. Until Vatican II, there used to be “Minor orders”, which were, in descending order of importance, acolyte (who performed tasks like carrying around torches, etc.), exorcist, lector and porter (doorkeeper). All these people had to undergo a rite of ordination (not Holy Orders, though). There was a vast gulf of separation between the Church an ordinary people.
You had to be ordained to open and close the door, as though something really sacred was inside.
You had to be ordained to read from the book. As though those words really were sacred, the Word of God, perhaps. But now there’s a copy on my shelf.
In much the same way that only a woman’s husband may approach her body (if you know what I mean), only an ordained person could even read the from the Bible. Why was this so?
Simple: reverence. The world is separated into sacred and profane. The movement a sacred object into the realm of the profane was known as profanation, or desecration: sacrilege.
St. Jerome may have said “Ignorance of the Scriptures is ignorance of Christ.” True, but I do not think the illiterate Christians (and who could not say that most were, over the history of the Church) all went to hell. I am very sure that the exposure they received to it from the readings at Mass sufficed for the good of their souls. And, perhaps, we need to start approaching the Word of God with the reverence it deserves.
I’m starting to think that, whether or not the old myth about Latin-only Bibles is true, it doesn’t really matter.