I’ve had more than my fair share of irritating, childish, stupid and/or materially-if-not-formally-heretical homilies in the course of my 27 years as a Catholic. An alarming and inordinate number of them occurred while pursuing a Religious Studies degree at two different universities, often in the context of masses offered by the Campus Sinister … ehrm, I meant Minister …
Now, I do *not *think it would be appropriate to interrupt a homily, no matter how bad or wrong it was, although I admit that it’s been terribly difficult to restrain myself on several occasions.
I’ve two stories to share to illustrate: a friend and I did once walk out of a Mass where the Campus Ministry team (with the willing collaboration of the priest) decided to have a skit in the place of the Gospel reading. The Gospel was the Parable of the Prodigal Son, which got changed to the Prodigal Daughter on this particular Sunday evening, complete with clowns, clunky acoustic guitars, shrill singing voices and hammy acting. About thrity seconds into it, my friend and I (who were close to the front of the chapel, near the sanctuary) looked at one another, glared in unison at the priest and his cohorts, stood up and walked out in the middle of the Gospel “performance”. It was a relatively small chapel and there was no way to be discreet about our exit. Which was the point in any case, although we didn’t go out of our way to draw attention to ourselves and we left as quietly as possible. We subsequently went to Mass in a nearby parish half an hour later. I believe that was the last time we ever bothered with Campus Ministry masses.
The second took place in the context of a vocations retreat back when I was considering the possibility of a vocation to religious life. At the Mass in the motherhouse on the final Sunday of the retreat, the entire sequence of the Liturgy of the Word was altered with readings occurring before the Kyrie and biblical readings that were once again altered to reflect a feminist perspective. The story of Abraham’s call from the OT got rewritten to be told from the point of view of Sarah (!!), for example, and a sister (who was one of the spiritual directors on this men’s vocation retreat … go figure …) got up to read the Gospel. Then (brace yourselves, people …) the Mass was halted and we broke for breakfast between the Liturgy of the Word and the Liturgy of the Eucharist!! :bigyikes:
Yes, I ate breakfast. At this point I had no intention of receiving Communion as I was convinced that it would not even be a valid consecration by the time we got around to it anyway. But while a group of we candidates were sitting there, some bewildered and others furious, Sister came over and sat down at the table with us. Among other things, she asked us what we thought about the Mass. Most of the other guys at the table were in their early 20s and were clearly uncomfortable but were too polite or unsure of themselves to express an opinion. I, on the other hand, was by34 and by this time had had more than my fill of this kind of nonsense over the years, so I looked Sister squarely in the eye and said “Would you mind telling me why the hell we’re eating breakfast in the middle of the Mass?”
“It’s to make an important point.”
“And what would that be then, Sister?”
“That the Eucharist can’t be separated from the rest of our everyday activities. All of life is Eucharist.” :doh2:
“Indeed? I see. Now, Sister, surely you don’t mean to suggest that Our Lord is present Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity in the bacon and eggs, do you?”
She just stared at me. Then she got up from the table and walked away. The others at the table were flabbergasted, but most of them were laughing. My Spider-senses told me that Sister had struck my name off the candidates’ list before she’d even got to her feet. Not that it mattered; I’d struck that particular community off the list about 36 hours ealier (yes, folks, this Mass was only the icing on the cake of a very lo-o-ong retreat weekend).
So the point is, I’ve been there for some really awful ones, but I would never disrupt the Mass itself. Walk out, yes. Confront or challenge outside the Mass, yes. But not shout out or correct the priest during a homily.
God bless.