Happy easter!
I’m always amused a the number of C&E’s we get at our parish. During the regular 7:30 mass, you could shoot a cannon down the middle of church and never hit anyone. Today, I had to get there at 6:45 to get our “regular” seat.
I won’t cast aspersions on these people, because many of not all of them are far better people than me. Showing up for mass every sunday doesn’t get you a seat on that last bus, believe me.
No, it amuses me that these folks don’t know the changes the nimrod paster has been making in their absence, so they’re sitting/standing/kneeling/praying/singing at all the wrong times, and they’re all embarrassed by it.
Don’t be. You showed up. Our “regular pastor”, asshat that he is, will probably give the nine o’clock mass grief for being “prodigal”, but the associate pastor, Father Brian, gave a sermon that hit home nicely: This is our joy as Christians.
Happy Easter all.
what about the social justice pinkos in our church?
Happy Easter Og.
Some of the confusion took place with changes after Offertory of when to stand/sit. After eons of the old new Mass, I still get the urge to get up after saying the “… and the good of all his church” prayer, even though I’m standing already. I’m sure your lector and priest can be more helpful with “please sit”, and “please stand” prompts, if people are that lost. Still, when I see some people who should know the very basics stand looking like lost children, I want to say “it ain’t rocket science, people – take a cue from the other 99% who just sat down.”
The Really Old talk about how the Mass in the Good Old Days was the same, in the same Latin, everywhere on Earth. Now we have the opposite. I can’t go to three parishes in the Gary Diocese and not see three totally different ways to do the same old show. Here you hold your hands palms-up for the Our Father, there you hold hands with your neighbors, back home you just fold your hands. I’m used to the left/right/wave at the guy five feet away Sign of Peace. I went to Holy Angels for their anniversary, and the SoP was 20 minutes of every Joe wandering around to greet everyone he knew as if he were running for alderman.
But one thing I’ll say for occasional attendance that makes it better than every Sunday going: I pay attention more to what’s read, and spend less time daydreaming.
While i cant say ive ever heard a man of the cloth refered to as an “asshat” it certainly fits the bill on many ive met.