Second Sunday Social: While at a Knights of Columbus meeting, our Pastor brought up a perceived need for periodically having some type of “social” after Mass. Someone noted that at one time St. Peter’s had a “Second Sunday Social” and some folks enjoyed the opportunity to speak to fellow parishioners and exchange pleasantries. So, there it was, the “Second Sunday Social” returned to St. Peter’s. No problem with that, but you won’t ever see my wife and me there until we can attend Mass together – and that won’t be until St. Peter’s returns to the “status quo ante.”
St. Michael Prayer: If you recall in our post For the Sheep in Exile – Bulletin 2015-03-01, we noted that our Pastor stated in the Pastor’s Piece:
Some people like to pray the prayer to St. Michael after mass and others do not. Several weeks ago Bernadette O’Heir and I talked about the way around this problem satisfying everyone (those who want to pray the prayer and those who don’t). I suggested that those who want to pray the prayer wait 20 seconds after the end of mass to let those who don’t want to pray the prayer to leave. Another option would be for people to pray the prayer silently.
The Second Sunday Social and St. Michael Meet in Battle: In my mind and in the minds of most believing Catholics, Jesus Christ, Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity resides in the tabernacle and, because of that, deep respect and reverence must always be practiced while the Eucharist is present in the Church. So, those of us who desire to pray the St. Michael prayer after Mass and wish to speak to Almighty God and thank Him personally for all His many blessings wait those ridiculous 20 seconds imposed on us by our Pastor to do just that. This last week, after the 5 PM Mass, however, that was impossible.
Why? Somehow, in the minds of many at that Mass, the Second Sunday Social began, not in the hall behind the main nave. No, it began quite loudly and irreverently while still in the main nave. Discussions, laughter, back slapping, “Hi, how ya doin’?” and the exchanging of opinions about everything except the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass that had just taken place before them. One rather tall and obnoxious woman actually sat on the back of a pew, with her back to the tabernacle, and acted like she was getting ready to shovel something in barn.
“Stop it! Stop it right now, you barbarians!” my spirit bellowed. Thanks to my guardian angel, though, the words did not pass lips. But, my angel and I discussed the matter to calm each other down. Then, we went to Michael and together we asked him to “defend us in battle.”
Our Pastor certainly felt justified in trying to find “the way around this problem satisfying everyone“ when it came to those who didn’t want to pray the St. Michael prayer. Maybe, just maybe, it’s time for him to find “the way around this problem satisfying” those of us who want to remain Catholic and see Jesus “be praised, adored, and loved with grateful affection, at every moment, in all the tabernacles of the world.“
Until our Pastor cleans things up in the main nave, Michael, my angel, and I intend to speak up and tell the barbarians what Father won’t, “This is the House of God!”
One might wonder if it would be more satisfying beating the barbarians rather than my poor, dead horse. It seems like they have a lot in common.