The NO - 2% Catholicism?

Started by Bonaventure, January 24, 2013, 09:46:31 PM

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zork

#15
January 25, 2013, 11:06:51 PM
Kaesekopf, I believe you're on to something there. From my own experience as a reluctant Catholic during college and the immediate years following, I hated going to (Novus Ordo) Mass [I got one thing right back then, I guess], but the nagging feeling of having an unfulfilled task was just enough of a worse feeling to compel me to go to the Sunday evening liturgy. Sometimes.
Christus vincit, Christus regnat, Christus imperat.

MilesChristi

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January 27, 2013, 12:08:28 AM
Quote from: Penelope on January 25, 2013, 09:20:13 PM
Quote from: Kaesekopf on January 25, 2013, 02:08:09 PM
So, it's less of a hatred and more of a wariness and distaste for change.

Ironic, no? If only there had been more distaste for change, oh, 50 years ago.

But I also think that wariness, distaste for change, and a general lack of understanding of the Faith are the reasons that my family resist the idea of the Latin Mass. I dare not discuss the rest of it with them. They would write me off as a lunatic (well, even more so than they have already) and they wouldn't understand the subtleties of tradition. It isn't open hostility to Truth, but more of a hostility to the suggestion that something important in their lives has been woefully wrong for the past 40-odd years.

There was a distaste for change at that time. It just manifested itself as people leaving the Church, or holding secret masses.
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Penelope

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January 27, 2013, 12:22:25 AM
I meant on a larger scale. Like, among clerics.
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