2 thoughts on “P&C go to mass”

  1. There’s an old Anglo-Catholic parish in Toronto — now gone impossibly woke, more’s the pity — which had several priests in a row cross the Tiber and resign. In order to deal with the problem of losing priests, they deliberately chose the next one to be married, figuring that he wouldn’t take the risk of being reduced to a deacon if he couldn’t get an exemption!

    The services were so beautiful and traditional that many local Catholics would attend, and the RC priests had to gently point out that hearing Mass there didn’t quite count. (I don’t know if they also pointed out that suffering modern Catholic music was an act of penance in itself.)

    I still remember the first Tenebrae I heard there.. fondly might not be the right word, because it was so soul-shaking, but gladly.

    1. I don’t know if they also pointed out that suffering modern Catholic music was an act of penance in itself.

      There’s a professional musician who used to go to our parish, and one Sunday, after a particularly bad selection of narcissistic, depressed bunny rabbit songs, I saw him after mass. He looked at me and said, “Sometimes I look around me and wonder if everybody is completely insane.”

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