My inner Catholic school girl -
- The one that sat through all the gobbeldygook and nonsense that passed as religion class in Jr. high and high school - (You know - the wonderfully expensive Catholic institutions that my mother sacrificed dearly for because she thought she was saving our souls and giving us a good grounding in the faith).
- The one that made burlap banners with butterflies, flowers and birdies until I wanted to barf.
- The one that had a nun tell me that My Sweet Lord by George Harrison was perfectly fine to sing at mass because we were singing to the same God.
- The same one who couldn't explain, even if my life depended on it, why the church was against contraception, abortion, same sex marriage or why priests were celibate.
- The girl who spent her first ten years of adult life wandering around in the land of "I'm OK, You're OK without ever darkening the inside of a church.
In the vernacular of the day I want to throw my hands up and say, WTF!! And I mainly want to address that to the American bishops -past and present.
Because it is my understanding that when the mass was translated into English, that pesky "spirit of Vatican II" eschewed the idea that a direct, proper and, oh, I don't know - ACCURATE, translation was necessary. We could go with "good enough to get by."
So once again, my generation missed out on
- a good solid understanding of the faith,
- the beauty of sacraments,
- living the liturgical year
- beautiful sacred music
- a reverent mass
- an understanding of apologetics
- priests and nuns that looked like priests and nuns and acted like they actually LIKED what they were doing,
- charming stories about saints and angels
- and a love for being Catholic,
- only to endure years of milquetoast teaching and liturgy
- topped off with a nasty sex scandal to boot! -
The bishops allowed all of this to be taken away from us and it ticks. me. off.
The fact that we have to go back and re-do the translation of the mass is just a reminder of all we lost and how much we missed out on. I cannot help but feel a profound sadness that it took until the other side of middle age to get at least part of it back.
That all said - I agree with the changes, in fact I think they are beautiful and awesome and I am excited about it.
But at the same time I remember. All of us should remember. And in this age of information I pray that the awakened faithful will never allow poor management and bad leadership send us to wander in the desert again.