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I went to this parish today (another view) expecting to see this but instead I was very sad to see this.
Now that photo is not that disappointing. It would seem from that photo (taken by someone else outside the Christmas season) that a Mass could be said very reverently versus populum there.* Instead, the sacred vessels were glass, the deacon self communicated and gave the final blessing, the priest and deacon gave blessings in the communion line, and the sacristan spent a good two minutes before the open tabernacle before Mass counting Hosts.* Also frustrating but not as serious was the terrible use of the organ (which was massive but sounded like a chapel organ, and the sad lack of vestments (the priest wore a very anemic stole over his chasuble and the deacon didn't even wear a stole let alone a dalmatic), the incredible amount of talking before Mass in the presence of the Blessed Sacrament, and the priest could barely speak English.
Now I don't want to seem cynical or angry. Its not that I'm angry as much as I am frustrated with (1) my inability to see past this and pray the Mass and receive the Blessed Sacrament in the right state of mind and (2) the lack of reverence for the Mass in this beautiful church. Over the previous two sundays I visited this beautiful little parish that offers both the TLM Mass and the NO Mass extremely reverently and beautifully. Why couldn't that parish have this beautiful building? Today, this gigantic church was practically empty, while that little parish is full to the brim and they are only two miles or so apart.
"You have so many gifts. Why can't you be more like your brother? He does so much more with so much less..."
Even when we have the office of correction, it needs a certain spirit to be profitable. We also have to ask ourselves how much of the situation is about us.
I guess this falls under the same category as learning to be thankful for relatives that love us, even though they have some serious failings. As long as it is not abuse, we hang in there and try to find affection for them in their failings as we know they do for us in ours. When it is abusive, we put some distance between us and pray for their amendment, offering correction with gentleness and humility when and if that is appropriate. Otherwise, well, God bless Uncle Ed and Aunt Freda, but no one blames us for avoiding a house full of yelling and cigarette smoke, as long as our aunt and uncle are not being ignored in their time of need because of faults they are unaware of. For them as for us, though, we are thankful, because, as the poet put it: "Home is where, when you have to go there, they have to take you." Thank goodness so many places let us walk in and call it home!
When we go to another parish, we don't go as consumers, but as relatives. That spirit makes it a little easier to take the cooking. Even when it is truly awful, it is hospitality, something to be thankful for, even as we hope not to have to accept it too often!