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102 days in between Masses and...
From back in March until now, it was exactly 102 days in
between Masses at my local parish. It was about as I expected. As I frequently
say, “expect the worst, and you won’t be disappointed.”
We arrived the mandatory 15 minutes early to avoid being
locked out. The church was allowed up to 30 people (technically more, but I won't get into that). Some people were spaced
out, gasp, with one pew separating themselves from others. They were promptly
told to move to a gap of two pews before Mass could start. That was pretty awkward.
Mass was 55 minutes long. Approximately 26 minutes of that was
chatter about COVID-19 and regulations. At the last second, we discovered that
for those wishing to receive Holy Communion on the tongue, the priest was to
wear gloves (to go along with his mask). They were super cheap hospital gloves
that crinkled and touched the side of the mouth (without the priest knowing
it). That’ll have to be the last Holy Communion we receive there for quite some
Apparently Mass attendance has dropped significantly around
the world. Places allowed, say, 30% capacity are scoring far below that number.
After this past Sunday, I now know why. It was all so dehumanizing. I’m not
overstating it when I say it felt like we were not welcome at all. A nuisance
at best. The whole process was more about bowing down to “Science” and “The
State.” People left visibly upset. As did we. Our 6-year-old son asked at the
end, “Dad, can we just go back to you doing the Mass prayers next week?” I
think we will, actually. But we'll look around first. And no, we cannot get to a TLM. The nearest one is 2.5
hours away, at 8am in the morning. Talk is cheap. Getting four little kids up before
5am is not doable.
So there you have it. 102 days. What have we learned? That there
are far worse things than a virus. “And fear ye not them that kill the body, and are not able to kill the
soul: but rather fear him that can destroy both soul and body in hell” (Mt. 10:28).
An update of my thoughts on Exodus 90 can be found HERE . Exodus 90 is underway for many Catholic men. It is an intense 90 day program based on prayer, asceticism, and fraternity. For 90 days these men will take cold showers, abstain from alcohol and most media, fast twice per week, give up snacks and desserts, along with various other spiritual tasks. I applaud such a penitential spirit. The inevitable…. HOWEVER… However, I do have two concerns about Exodus 90 which could use some explaining. 1: Sundays The Church already has a wise, if not perfect, system of fasting and feasting. Catholics are encouraged to do penance on Wednesdays and Fridays (some add in Saturdays as well). In addition, there are specific periods of penance (Lent, Advent, Ember Days). Feasting occurs on Sundays as well as on major Feast Days and Solemnities (e.g. the Assumption of Mary). There is a built in balance to life. My problem with Exodus 90 is that, from what I hear, Sundays and F
Sometimes words are hardly necessary. Behold Bishop McElroy's 2020 Pentecost Mass for all Cultures. He is head of the diocese of San Diego. Procession Reading Virtual Prayers of the Faithful Setting the Table... Incensed yet? How about now? Let's Zoom over to his view A touching photo Jammin' To quote Susan from the Parish Council: "Bless and Amem."
Mark Twain once mused that “all you need in this life is ignorance and confidence, and then success is sure.” These seem like fitting words to begin as I, quivering with emotion, scribe a few words on the death of the fictional (and yet real) Susan from the Parish Council . Her ignorance was inestimable, her confidence impenetrable, and her success undeniable. Not that I can confirm Susan has indeed passed from this life to her eternal… reward. To further cite Twain, perhaps reports of her death have been greatly exaggerated. I suppose Susan can rise from any alleged demise. Truth be told, if Susan is not cremated first, I imagine her funeral as such, with the priest requesting additional “ministers” of Holy Communion, and Susan rising from the casket to pump the Purell and serve Jesus to all her sisters and brothers. But for now, I will dare to speak of Susan as having died. Her online “group newsletter” via Facebook/Twitter has gone silent. She warned recently she was sick