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First, a big thank you to all who post here. I have learned so much from you during the many months I have been lurking and reading. This is my first ever post, religious or otherwise.
I was born and raised Catholic and have attended Mass my whole life. (Less faithfully during my younger years) It is difficult to write this post because I feel judgmental, critical and sinful in admitting my struggle. I’ll just spit it out and say that I do not like our priest at all. I do not like the way I feel during Mass, primarily because of him.
A little history. I have lived in the same community my whole life and attended the same parishes. It seems like once we get a good priest, they are taken in no time to the bigger diocese, typically Seattle. That leaves us, once again, with the retired priest of which I am speaking. During the years he has gone from parish to parish scolding and alienating parishioners for being late, for leaving early, for not returning names and addresses of those we know who have left the church, for loud babies, for putting nothing more than a “fiver” in the offering basket, for not going to confession often enough, and on and on.
Five minutes into his homily today a baby on the other side of the church let out a cry of protest. He stopped his talk to rudely bring attention to the Mother and the child. Inviting them to the vestibule where they can “scream their heads off”. I have no doubt she was mortified, as was I, and the rest of the parishioners for her. He went on to rant about needing to bring the word of God to the people, and those of us with children must ensure they not be a disruption to parishioners and why we, as adults, should not talk to or disrupt fellow parishioners. I assure you, our church is like most of the churches you all attend. The families with children sit in the very back, close to the door for a swift exit. We don’t allow our children to carry on rudely and you will find a host of mothers, fathers and babies out in the narthex when the need arises. I should also note that our church does not have a Nursery.
This is one example of so many. The church feels cold, the choir unmotivated, and the voices dull and lifeless in reply. I have talked with family members about this. They say I have an unrealistic expectation of what a priest should be. That he is a man who has been ordained to consecrate the Eucharist. He is not there to entertain me, offer a beautiful and moving homily, or make me feel warm and fuzzy.
I read in Karl Keating’s latest letter that we are losing scores of young adults to Mormonism. Two of my three sisters have left the faith for an evangelical faith offering acceptance and love. In order to save a “dying church” don’t we need to start loving and showering kindness upon those of us who remain faithful and loyal? Truly, I would not feel comfortable inviting new comers or friends to my church. What do I do? How do I work to better this parish? I want to be part of the solution. Here is a man who has dedicated his whole life to serving God and I am speaking this way of him. I am ashamed and vow to do better. Yet, Sunday comes again, he starts in on us again, and I am right back where I started, angry at him! Any suggestions? (Pfew…sorry for the length)
I was born and raised Catholic and have attended Mass my whole life. (Less faithfully during my younger years) It is difficult to write this post because I feel judgmental, critical and sinful in admitting my struggle. I’ll just spit it out and say that I do not like our priest at all. I do not like the way I feel during Mass, primarily because of him.
A little history. I have lived in the same community my whole life and attended the same parishes. It seems like once we get a good priest, they are taken in no time to the bigger diocese, typically Seattle. That leaves us, once again, with the retired priest of which I am speaking. During the years he has gone from parish to parish scolding and alienating parishioners for being late, for leaving early, for not returning names and addresses of those we know who have left the church, for loud babies, for putting nothing more than a “fiver” in the offering basket, for not going to confession often enough, and on and on.
Five minutes into his homily today a baby on the other side of the church let out a cry of protest. He stopped his talk to rudely bring attention to the Mother and the child. Inviting them to the vestibule where they can “scream their heads off”. I have no doubt she was mortified, as was I, and the rest of the parishioners for her. He went on to rant about needing to bring the word of God to the people, and those of us with children must ensure they not be a disruption to parishioners and why we, as adults, should not talk to or disrupt fellow parishioners. I assure you, our church is like most of the churches you all attend. The families with children sit in the very back, close to the door for a swift exit. We don’t allow our children to carry on rudely and you will find a host of mothers, fathers and babies out in the narthex when the need arises. I should also note that our church does not have a Nursery.
This is one example of so many. The church feels cold, the choir unmotivated, and the voices dull and lifeless in reply. I have talked with family members about this. They say I have an unrealistic expectation of what a priest should be. That he is a man who has been ordained to consecrate the Eucharist. He is not there to entertain me, offer a beautiful and moving homily, or make me feel warm and fuzzy.
I read in Karl Keating’s latest letter that we are losing scores of young adults to Mormonism. Two of my three sisters have left the faith for an evangelical faith offering acceptance and love. In order to save a “dying church” don’t we need to start loving and showering kindness upon those of us who remain faithful and loyal? Truly, I would not feel comfortable inviting new comers or friends to my church. What do I do? How do I work to better this parish? I want to be part of the solution. Here is a man who has dedicated his whole life to serving God and I am speaking this way of him. I am ashamed and vow to do better. Yet, Sunday comes again, he starts in on us again, and I am right back where I started, angry at him! Any suggestions? (Pfew…sorry for the length)