Lisa Fullam was in Trent recently for theย large gathering of Catholic ethicists. Then she stayed on and attended a few liturgies – here’s an excerpt from her post over at Commonweal. Note that we’re making no bad jokes here about the Tridentine liturgy (she doesn’t say which cathedral she was in). Note also that the Francisans are the good guys here – kudos to them.
The two liturgies I attended were scandalously bad. In one city vespers in the Cathedral done carelessly, with no more reverence than one might expend when one flosses. They clearly donโt bother to practice. In a stunningly beautiful church, canโt the guys even PRETEND they want to be there, or that what theyโre doing is important? What a missed opportunity to show off another of the Churchโs treasures. And this is the cathedralโimagine what itโs like out on the hustings!
In another city, I ducked into a daily Mass. The presider led us quickly and tonelessly through vespers, then flowed seamlessly into an expressionless Eucharistic prayer. Never once made eye contact with anyone in the tiny, mostly elderly, almost all female congregation. Didnโt bother to preach, of courseโthat might have revealed engagement with what was going on. At the sign of peace, didnโt deign to greet anyone, and got going again as quick as he could. While he went on with the prayer, a little girl, about 6 or 7, walked around the entire chapel, shaking hands and smiling at every person in the place, maybe a dozen of us. God bless herโshe was grace that day. The priest dispensed Eucharist mechanically, then dashed to the sacristy without a personal word. No wonder so few bother to attend. Might as well deconsecrate the joint and sell it to someone who cares about it, even if only for the art and the history, instead of pretending itโs a living church.
Ah, but today I find myself in Assisi. The Holy Spirit is alive here still, thanks to the little layman who preached to the birds. Walked into the basilica of St. Francis for free, where a lively, guitar-accompanied Mass was just wrapping up, (the congregation was singing!) and then joined the silent procession down past the saintโs tomb. Young people escaping the rain duck into alleyways and sing. Tourists snap photosโand then they pray. Yes, yes, there are all the tourist-trap appurtenances here that were present in the other churchesโbut God is here too. It remains a holy place. Thank you Francis. Thank you Clare.

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