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Fizendell
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With heart-pounding and knees shaking, I managed to walk into the local church and attend Stations on Friday evening.
While I am pleased that the words haven’t changed, plenty of other things have.
I’m not too sure about “Church in the round” - I get that it provides everyone with a good view and it’s cozy… but not the long church with the altar at the front that I remember.
Altar girls? While it’s odd to see, I suppose I didn’t notice after the second station. When did people start following them around instead of staying in the pews? Different. Oh… and why was the man who was leading the stations wearing a suit? Was he the priest? No collar? No garments?
When did the giant, fountain-like pool replace the small holy water basins? Where did the candles go? No candles anywhere. No statues… and no stained-glass windows. Not even one. And… umm… what’s with the bongo drums?
Yes, I only attended Stations of the Cross… and while no one played the bongos, I could see that after only twenty years, plenty has changed. Last night, I finished a book called, “It’s Not the Same Without You” by Mitch Finley. If there’s anyone else in these forums who is thinking about returning to the Church, this was a great book.
I can understand that if someone left during the changes of V-II, today’s church would be a severe shock to the system, but for me… it’s only been since the 80’s. Was the Church I went to as a teenager really that conservative?
I am also beginning to accept that things change… people change, cities change, towns change… there’s no reason for the Catholic Church to stay the same. But bongos? Am I really that conservative? I don’t know.
I’m sure there’s someone out there who’s ready to tell me I’m nit-picking and looking for excuses. I know… I am. But more importantly, I am looking for a shred of something familiar so that ‘going home’ isn’t so scary.
My husband tells me I should just go to the Cathedral… he’s probably right. It’s only about twenty minutes into St. Paul… so twenty minutes for twenty years? Sounds about right! I’d hoped to feel at home with the church in our parish though.
So, if there’s anyone else out there who’s “returning” - did any of these things bother you… or am I just being petty?
=)
Fiz
While I am pleased that the words haven’t changed, plenty of other things have.
I’m not too sure about “Church in the round” - I get that it provides everyone with a good view and it’s cozy… but not the long church with the altar at the front that I remember.
Altar girls? While it’s odd to see, I suppose I didn’t notice after the second station. When did people start following them around instead of staying in the pews? Different. Oh… and why was the man who was leading the stations wearing a suit? Was he the priest? No collar? No garments?
When did the giant, fountain-like pool replace the small holy water basins? Where did the candles go? No candles anywhere. No statues… and no stained-glass windows. Not even one. And… umm… what’s with the bongo drums?
Yes, I only attended Stations of the Cross… and while no one played the bongos, I could see that after only twenty years, plenty has changed. Last night, I finished a book called, “It’s Not the Same Without You” by Mitch Finley. If there’s anyone else in these forums who is thinking about returning to the Church, this was a great book.
I can understand that if someone left during the changes of V-II, today’s church would be a severe shock to the system, but for me… it’s only been since the 80’s. Was the Church I went to as a teenager really that conservative?
I am also beginning to accept that things change… people change, cities change, towns change… there’s no reason for the Catholic Church to stay the same. But bongos? Am I really that conservative? I don’t know.
I’m sure there’s someone out there who’s ready to tell me I’m nit-picking and looking for excuses. I know… I am. But more importantly, I am looking for a shred of something familiar so that ‘going home’ isn’t so scary.
My husband tells me I should just go to the Cathedral… he’s probably right. It’s only about twenty minutes into St. Paul… so twenty minutes for twenty years? Sounds about right! I’d hoped to feel at home with the church in our parish though.
So, if there’s anyone else out there who’s “returning” - did any of these things bother you… or am I just being petty?
=)
Fiz