Ah . . .
Back home.
I cannot tell you how glad I am to be back in my own sweet parish. It is not perfect, but it is not bad. Not bad at all. Not as bad as it could be. Not nearly.
Has that given you a clue as to my experience over the last couple of days?
I’ve often quipped that I am so glad that I am a priest and do not have to put up with a lot of what the guy in the pew has to deal with. (This usually comes after a quibble about the sign of peace.) It can be rough and irritating out there. How do you people put up with this . . . junk?
Sunday morning, because of the situation, I attended mass in the pew at the church where I was as opposed to my usual role as celebrant. The mass was so poorly celebrated, there were so many invented rites and additions to the mass that I found myself angry. It was a struggle to remember that I was there to pray and not to critique but all I could think of was grabbing the priest afterwards and asking what the get out he thought he was doing. (I didn’t.)
What was perhaps one of the most ironic and bizarre things experienced was in the music ministry. Traveling around the city and touring churches with some family I was
explaining why Catholic churches tend to have choirs in the rear and Protestants up front (having to do with a secondary role to the Eucharist rather than a primary role of focus unto itself in many Protestant churches.) Well, this went over well until we attended mass and for EVERY SONG, PSALM, MASS PART, that choir stood, walked in front of and facing the congregation so that they were directly before the altar and sang. Now I will grant that they sang phenomenally well. In fact, they sang incredibly poor music about as well as I have ever heard it. But can you imagine, say during the Sanctus, the choir standing, walking in front of the altar and singing? GAH . . . .
The best part was the bass who was not singing a particular piece who just yawned gape mouthed staring out at the congregation. I hope his mother saw him and slapped him upside the head. (He looked to be a bout 35.)
Anyway, I take this moment to sincerely apologize for anytime I may have done something out of the norm during the mass even inadvertently to distract from your celebration of the mass. Man, we priests can be annoying.
Back home.
I cannot tell you how glad I am to be back in my own sweet parish. It is not perfect, but it is not bad. Not bad at all. Not as bad as it could be. Not nearly.
Has that given you a clue as to my experience over the last couple of days?
I’ve often quipped that I am so glad that I am a priest and do not have to put up with a lot of what the guy in the pew has to deal with. (This usually comes after a quibble about the sign of peace.) It can be rough and irritating out there. How do you people put up with this . . . junk?
Sunday morning, because of the situation, I attended mass in the pew at the church where I was as opposed to my usual role as celebrant. The mass was so poorly celebrated, there were so many invented rites and additions to the mass that I found myself angry. It was a struggle to remember that I was there to pray and not to critique but all I could think of was grabbing the priest afterwards and asking what the get out he thought he was doing. (I didn’t.)
What was perhaps one of the most ironic and bizarre things experienced was in the music ministry. Traveling around the city and touring churches with some family I was

The best part was the bass who was not singing a particular piece who just yawned gape mouthed staring out at the congregation. I hope his mother saw him and slapped him upside the head. (He looked to be a bout 35.)
Anyway, I take this moment to sincerely apologize for anytime I may have done something out of the norm during the mass even inadvertently to distract from your celebration of the mass. Man, we priests can be annoying.
“The priest is above all a servant of others, and he must continually work at being a sign pointing to Christ. . . This is seen particularly in his humility in leading the liturgical action in obedience to the rite, uniting himself to it in mind and heart, and avoiding anything that might give the impression of an inordinate emphasis on his own personality.” Sacramentum Caritatis 23.
A big thank you to Habemus Papem for manning (womaning? personing? - we'll go with manning) the wheel of Adam's Ale whilst I was away.