I am about as rad-trad as you can get; however, I lived my Cursillo weekend two years ago. Some of it was very good, very helpful and very cleansing. There were parts of it that felt as though the Lord was sucking out the venom from the snakebites of sin that had infected my soul through some serious wounds. I know that’s a rather graphic portrayal, but, I’m from South Texas brush country and we have a lot of rattlers. Furthermore, Satan made his maiden appearance as a snake, so the imagery is appropriate.
What I did not like was the way the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass was treated. The music was awful and the season (I lived my Cursillo during Pentecost), was ignored, musically and spiritually.
On Thursday night, it is sort of meet and greet. You get to know the folks you will be living with for the weekend. Then, you go to night prayer. Confessions will be offered (not a penitential service). The next morning, you will have a 6:30 wake-up call and then go to morning prayer. After that comes breakfast. Then, you will have talks on things like Actual Grace, Sanctifying Grace and other doctrinal matters. Here is where the problem lay, especially on Saturday. Not a word was mentioned about Pentecost. The folks planning the talks (called ultreyas) had their format and come Hades or high water, the presenters were not going to deviate from their topics (or at least include the subject of Pentecost) regardless of the fact that this was the Feast of the Holy Spirit.
Mass is celebrated in the evenings, but, in my case, the music was the worst of the bunch, with a lot of the lyrics doctrinally insufficient. We had musical interludes between the talks, but, it was bad leftovers from the 1970s, as we were singing old Carpternters songs (as in Karen Carpenter–Top of the World). :eek: At least we didn’t do Tony Orlando, although I could have used some Tom Jones (he’s my earliest pop star memory–when I was a baby, my grandma and I would watch his show).
We went, as a group, to the anticipated Sunday Vigil Mass. Again, the music completely ignored the fact that it was Pentecost. Furthermore, we were stuck with a Quince Anos celebration. After Mass we had a special dinner, which was really nice.
The next morning, we had a 6:00 wake-up call and attended Mass at 7AM. Again, Pentecost was ignored. We did, however, get a surprise, as the Cursillistas walked about five miles from North Laredo to the Cursillo center to greet us. They also offered prayers for us.
After the last ultreya, we went to the Chapel for adoration. The music was especially horrendous and not at all suitable for Benediction. Even the priest looked peeved. There was whooping, hollering and a lot of noise. At that polnt, they gave us the Cursillo crucifix.
At about 7PM, we went to the Cursillo Center for the closing ceremony. Each of us had to say something. I hugged my dad and told him I loved him.