It has turned into a goofy hug-fest where your train of thought is completely sidetracked. One moment you are meditating on receiving the Eucharist and preparing yourself for such an awesome encounter, the next moment you are forced to cordially shake everyone’s hands (including the stranger who’s hand you were holding for a good minute during the Our Father, hoping they wouldn’t think you were holding too tight, too light, too limp, too clammy, did they get just your fingers or the whole palm of the hand, are they the same gender and think it’s wierd, are they the opposite gender and think
you’re weird, did they see you wipe your nose on your hand earlier, did you see them wipe their nose on their hand earlier,etc… even though holding hands isn’t even called for). After all this, you are, somehow, supposed to jump right back into contemplative mode and resume preparation for receiving the Sacrament.
It has a basis - in the Tridentine Mass the clergy exchanged the “Kiss of Peace”. However, it doesn’t have a liturgical ethos to it anymore because of how culture and custom have reduced it to a “social break” from Mass. It can end up reducing reverence to the Blessed Sacrament if it is overdone.
The Sign of Peace is optional, too. It doesn’t
have to be done. I’d prefer it if we follow the example of the Sisters of Charity: a silent bow to your neighbor with hands folded in prayer. St. Theresa of Calcutta had a great idea with that one.
