Friday, June 3, 2011

Weekend Reading

This post is for a friend of mine. I think that she should follow this link and read the whole article. Of course, the rest of you can do that too and even, perhaps, ought to.

Here's a few lines before you do that though.

There is a case to be made for spending some time with ugliness. Specifically, ugliness at Mass.
You really don’t have to seek it out. Unless you’re cloistered, sooner or later you will find yourself in a parish that just doesn’t get it — doesn’t get beauty, doesn’t want it, chases it out with a stick every Sunday.
The whole production, from the opening joke — I mean, the Introductory Rites — to the last hurrah — I mean, Final Blessing — will seem designed to irritate, to offend, and to cause you grief and pain. And you know what? This is your big opportunity. You can either clench your teeth, wrap your scapulars around your ears to block out the tambourines, and hightail it out of there as soon as you can . . .
Or you can think to yourself, “Christ is here. And if he can stand it, then so can I.”

 Read all of it at the National Catholic Register:  Why I Love My Ugly Little Liturgy


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