D
deogratias
Guest
Many new churches bear little resemblence to the Churches of my youth and many add ons and remodels of the older Churches also remove some of the very things I so loved in the older Churches. I am a revert and when I left the Church for a while was pre 1962 and when I returned it was post 1970 - it was like leaving the theater for popcorn and coming back and finding you were in the middle of a whole new movie.
This inspired me to write a Eulogy to those Old Churches
Gone are the sanctus bells
The vigil candles lit no more
The tabernacle can’t be found
Where is the monstrace to adore?
Where are the altar rails at which I knelt
To receive our Blessed Lord?
And where is the organ that I loved
(Perhaps it lost it’s chord)?
The well worn pew at which I sat
Replaced now by theater chairs
Without the benefit of kneelers
Where once I knelt for prayers
The altar is now a table
No 3 layers of linen do I see
Give me that old time religion
Has a brand new meaning for me
There is no metal chalice
Just a ceramic mug
And at the sign of peace
Someone tried to give me a hug
Maybe I’m in the wrong place
For on the cross what I see
Is not the crucified Lord
But the risen Christ hanging free
On the positive side, I became a consumate Catholic, reading everything I could about Vatican II, the liturgy, Church fathers, etc. which I had never done before - but then if I had known more about my religion before, maybe there would not have been that hiatus.
This inspired me to write a Eulogy to those Old Churches
Gone are the sanctus bells
The vigil candles lit no more
The tabernacle can’t be found
Where is the monstrace to adore?
Where are the altar rails at which I knelt
To receive our Blessed Lord?
And where is the organ that I loved
(Perhaps it lost it’s chord)?
The well worn pew at which I sat
Replaced now by theater chairs
Without the benefit of kneelers
Where once I knelt for prayers
The altar is now a table
No 3 layers of linen do I see
Give me that old time religion
Has a brand new meaning for me
There is no metal chalice
Just a ceramic mug
And at the sign of peace
Someone tried to give me a hug
Maybe I’m in the wrong place
For on the cross what I see
Is not the crucified Lord
But the risen Christ hanging free
On the positive side, I became a consumate Catholic, reading everything I could about Vatican II, the liturgy, Church fathers, etc. which I had never done before - but then if I had known more about my religion before, maybe there would not have been that hiatus.