
"..I have met a person who has had enough and can’t take it anymore, a person who has seen too much lawbreaking simply ignored by the competent authorities, a person who has finally decided to do something about it—to become a vigilante—Mrs. McGillicuddy. She sits in the third pew on the left.As many of you know I've been struggling with this a lot lately... It's been a mixed experience. I've given a lot more thought to the Mass and why these abuses bother me so much, which in a way has made me appreciate the beauty of the Mass even more (if that's possible!). On the other hand it being mentioned was followed by a homily on "nitpicking" and there still has been no change. I'm a little depressed about it. Two weeks ago we made the two hour round trip drive. I think we probably will this week as well...
As general rule, vigilantes are not born, they are made. Their steely resolve to right the wrong, forged in the fires of un-rectified lawlessness, transforms them into self appointed guardians of the good. They become—watchmen.
The Mrs. McGillicuddys of the world have had much to endure these last forty years. They sit in their pews and watch as liturgical experimentation and improvisation transform the holy mass into a vehicle of self expression for those who do not understand what it truly expresses. They sit and wonder, when will somebody do something about this? When? When they finally reach the reluctant conclusion of never, what follows results in either resignation or transformation.
Now a confession, I’m a Mrs. McGillicuddy. But I don’t want to be...
...Folks, let me be clear here. There’s your run of the mill liturgical abuse and then there is this place. At my geographical parish, I imagine they must have traveled far and wide to discover each and every variation of liturgical abuse, only to bring all them home resulting in a synthesis of all liturgical abuse, a Noah’s Ark of liturgical abuse if you will. It was that day that I first transformed from mild-mannered Patrick into Mrs. McGillicuddy—Liturgical Watchman
I resolved to call the diocese. I got the Director of Worship on the phone. I said, “I want to report some liturgical abuse.” I never knew this before, but you can actually hear eye-rolling over the phone. I am sometimes surprised that an epidemic of blindness does not plague diocesan liturgical directors, for all the eye-rolling they must do...."
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I have an image of my head of a college with a EF Mass close by... That would actually influence my vote in the poll at the right side of the page...
"I have an image of my head of a college with a EF Mass close by... That would actually influence my vote in the poll at the right side of the page"
ReplyDeleteThen St. Louis Univ. is where you want to go. St. Francis de Sales Oratory is right down the street and is filled with young families just like yours. check it out... http://www.institute-christ-king.org/stlouis/
May God bless your search.
My husband and I have talked often about moving closer to his family or my family.
ReplyDeleteThe one thing that keeps us where we are?
The Institute of Christ the King.
The Mass and the Institute are what is keeping us rooted in this big city.
Some things are worth basing huge life decisions on. :-)
I second the choice for St. Louis U. We attend the Oratory as well....the Institute is just awesome!
ReplyDeleteAhh, forgot to look at the list....the headquarters for the Institute is in Chicago so Loyola is a good choice too!
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