Rita Ferrone over at Praytell. I thought I would "puke" if I can be so indelicate, when I read it. I am of this generation, but have no nostalgia for it, although nostalgia for it is a fad today, but with people my age! They, not me, are trying to recapture their adolescence and liturgical narcissism not to mention the "touchy-feely" generation that helped to create such a mess in the Church from sexual exploitation of adults to the sexual abuse of minors by the adolescent mentality of grown men and women in the Church that used the "touchy-feely" fad of the 1960's for their own corrupt and depraved purposes.
Here are some money quotes from Rita and one from a commenter. YIKES and YUCK!
(I should give credit where credit is do as Rita is referring to someone else's article, but in complete agreement with it. You can read the whole thing here.)
America magazine has published a first-person account by religious educator Lisa Middendorf Woodall, describing how the guitar Masses of her childhood provided a spiritual touchstone for her life. In “Confessions of a Guitar-Mass Catholic” she writes:
I pondered and prayed over what I would do if I actually had a hammer, what the sounds of silence were and what it was that I could teach my parents. It would be many years before I no longer looked forward to going to Mass, because what I experienced each week in that old church was a solid sense of peace and wholeness.She also describes some powerful memories of the old church of her childhood, which was later torn down after a new one was built. The older church and the guitar Masses do not stand in tension with one another in her memory. They are both part of the one gift and enchantment; they are both claimed as her own:
I loved being in that old church. I loved its creakiness, its heaviness. I loved the vestiges of the personal histories that lived in there. The familiar family names glazed into the stained-glass windows, the sturdy spring clips on the backs of the pews that had held a thousand hats and purses, and the little frames that had at one time reserved certain pews for a certain few contributors. Mostly, I loved the memories of voices singing together, thoughtfully and joyfully, to the warm and inviting music of the guitar Masses, everyone holding hands and people actually smiling during Mass.I didn’t simply feel as if I belonged to that church, I felt that the church belonged to me.
I think her account speaks for an experience that is sadly drowned out by the contentious arguments of the so-called “liturgy wars.” Does her story resonate with your own experience? Why or why not?
And for the cogent nostalgic comment!
I read that article yesterday, as I was preparing for this weekend – a trip back to my undergraduate university where I am celebrating a 40+ year reunion with companions from our Newman Club. The reason this article struck me so vividly is that I was selecting music for our informal liturgy together from the songs we shared at that time and thinking how important they were to our faith. We sang a lot from Godspell. We, too, thought about wielding that hammer. Was it John Denver that gave us “Friends, I will remember you”?
These songs pulled us together into a community of faith that we can re-enter 40 years later. We have become theologians, liturgists, lay ministers, parents and spouses, professionals of all sorts…people living our faith. I am proud of who we are and we all admit the importance of our Newman experience, centered around liturgy, in our lives.
As I was working on music, I thought how negatively I would feel about choosing this music for a parish Mass today. I suppose our music choices are better now, but there was a special power in the feelings that “inappropriate” music evoked in young people of the time.
My final comment: AY CARAMBA! DON'T YOU WANT TO PUKE ? THESE PEOPLE ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE LITURGY WARS BUT DON'T KNOW THEY ARE OR THEY ARE IN COMPLETE SELF-SERVING DENIAL ABOUT IT! THEY WANT A RETURN TO THIS CRAP TOO! THE BIOLOGICAL SOLUTION IS THE ONLY ANTIDOTE TO THIS CARICATURE! UNFORTUNATELY THAT INCLUDE ME, INNOCENT AS I AM, TOO!