Saturday night and Sunday morning..
The girl who distributes communion had a sweater over her sun dress Saturday evening - and she kept turning to look at me. I never spoke to the priest about her attire, so maybe she read my blog. Wow! And that means I really do look like Aaron Eckhart because she recognized me! Yeah - I don't think so. (That sounds so creepy, doesn't it. LOL!)
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Anyway. The priests will be gone next week - for their diocesan retreat in Rochester. I don't get that. (Love you bishops and priests - kiss, kiss - why can't you stay home?) Really, I don't get it. What it means - instead of Mass each morning there will be Liturgy of the Word instead. Then let's do General Absolution before they go too.
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Seriously, after Friday's Mass, and Saturday evening's anticipated Mass - I wished that the Novus Ordo had never been concocted, that there were no EMC's, that fat women in capri pants and sleeveless tops with hideous hair were not permitted in the sanctuary, and much worse, permitted to do the readings. I wished that... oh forget it.
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I've been leaving Mass depressed lately. I think I better return to St. Agnes - and don't jump to any conclusions - I'm just not ready for the pomposity of the trad place yet. (Besides, I don't have the clothes.)
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Very seriously - I really believe if the Mass was offered ad orientum it would solve a whole lot of problems.
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I need to do more penance.
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