A little while ago, I stumbled across a blog post which had pictures (with locations and dates) of abuses during mass before the ‘reform’ of the liturgy in the 1960s. I would very much like to find this blog post again (or a similar one) because some members of my family are convinced that the changes in the mass ( actually I hesitate to call them changes, replace “changes” with a stronger word of your choice) happened only after the Vatican council (why this should be important to them I don’t know, since they don’t even accept that there was or is anything wrong with the changes). I pointed out that no revolution happens over night, that there is always a build up and that I had seen these pictures myself. It was, obviously, a traditional blog. Beyond that, I don’t remember but I am sure that someone must know of it (traditionalists tend to have a good memory, I find!) or a similar post. I know this is a vague and that there are lots of blogs but I know a lot of you read a lot of blogs. If you have any ideas regarding the name of this blog or any other blogs with these pictures, please leave a comment.
Regarding said conversation, I am really sick to the back teeth of hearing people complain about clergy who turned (and continue to turn) a blind eye to abortion, contraception, cohabitation, divorce etc. and how these people all complained to the clergy when it started, y’know around the 1960s-70s (gosh, funny that! I wonder what happened at that time? I can’t quite put my finger on it). Oh, you’re angry because they’re not upholding Catholic teaching? Yet, you still regularly (and freely) attend a mass where this is much clapping (sometimes even during the Gloria, oh yippee!) and singing of various dodgy hymns, Communion on the hand, immodest clothing worn by young (and some not so young) girls, where there is no catechesis, where the priest celebrates mass with his back to the Blessed Sacrament, where he preaches on everything around the subject of luv but not topics that are uncomfortable or rarely covered by secular society, where lay people distribute Holy Communion as if they were themselves priests, where said lay people then stand around a table and drink what is left of the Precious Blood as if they were finishing off the last dregs of a pint, where confession is rarely available and where the Sanctuary (and indeed the whole church) has been stripped bare of anything that might remind you of the Holy Sacrifice, having been replaced by bare wood or plastic and some sort of colourful sign. You go to a mass where all this takes place and you accept it and sometimes even rub it in the face of more traditional Catholics and you think you have a right to be angry because Catholic teaching is not being upheld? How can you expect Catholic teaching to be upheld by the laity or anyone when many of our own priests don’t even behave as if they are holding Our Lord and Saviour in their hands when they raise the Host after consecration? Everything flows from the mass. Everything.
I am not a traditionalist (if indeed I am one. I don’t think I am) because I love Latin or because I love pretty vestments. I am like this because without that mass, I would not be Catholic right now. Yes, I’ve changed a lot in the past couple of years and that is largely down to the Tridentine mass because it introduced me to the real Catholic Church and therefore to God, whom I know and love today. Witnessing the Holy Sacrifice as I had never seen it before opened my eyes to a Church I did not even know existed. The first couple of times that I went, I thought “Nah, this is not for me. I haven’t got the foggiest idea what’s going on”. READ THE BLOODY MISSAL is my advice to those who adopt this attitude. After a few more attempts, I was in love. That’s it. I couldn’t go back. I had taken the Red Pill.
Before I appreciated the Old Rite, I thought that being a Catholic meant turning up once a week, sitting through a ceremony and leaving. That was my conception of Catholicism until I was about 22, I promise you. During my whole time as a Catholic up until 22, I might have listened, properly listened, to about 10 sermons. Maybe. That’s probably quite a generous estimation actually.
Before I started attending the Latin mass whenever I could, I did not speak to God very often and never never never prayed the Rosary. I did not know what the Angelus was, I had no devotion to Our Lady or any of the saints (not even to my own beloved St Anthony), I did not ever think about what I received in Holy Communion (I received Communion for years whilst in a state of mortal sin and always on the hand), I did not read any spiritual books, I wore immodest clothes, I got drunk on a regular basis and disgraced myself, I was extremely ignorant regarding almost all Church teaching, I did not even know what Canon Law was, I did not know what doctrine and dogma was, I did not know about Church hierarchy or religious life, I did not know about religious orders or great popes, I had never thought about what homosexuality was, I thought that homosexual sex was totally natural and really never gave it a second thought. This was all after I had decided to turn over a new leaf. Yes, this was me trying to be a faithful Catholic. I just didn’t have a clue! Why should I have known when none of this was ever covered in mass or by any Catholics that I knew (though my parents quite often said practising homosexuality was wrong, that it was physically damaging for those involved, I thought they were very backward but accepted it was an attitude left over from another era*).
Sorry for the rant but seriously, GET A GRIP PEOPLE! Stop complaining and look at what you are witnessing in mass and that is where you will find the answers to our problems.