RE: Do Catholics have most boring churches/ liturgy?
October 22, 2016 at 3:49 pm
(October 4, 2016 at 7:23 pm)Aroura Wrote: I fell asleep during my cousins wedding, as she had a full Catholic one. But it really depends on the priest. My hometown had a very energetic irish priest, and I usually enjoyed the ritual of mass, when I was younger.
But I expect it would make me cry with boredom now, since I wouldn't get the same thing out of it as when I believed.
Mass given in Latin must be soooo tedious though.
When I was VP of my union one of my duties - like VPs everywhere - was to attend funerals of members or their families. ( If Mike Pence ever becomes VP they may toss his ass in a coffin by mistake! ) Anyway, I showed up at one rickety catholic church one time for the funeral of a member's wife and found a couple of my other members waiting outside. They told me the church was locked and I wondered if we were at the right place.
A few moments later a car pulls up and an old guy wearing half of a priest costume gets out carrying the rest of it. He then asked
us if this was Sts. Shits and Giggles Church because it turns out that they were so short-staffed in the diocese that he was coming out to officiate. That may have been the first time I realized how serious the shortage of perverts was becoming. He had a humongous key ring and eventually found the one to open the door. He wandered off to finish dressing and we filed in and found a spot. I always sat in the back with one of our shop stewards who was catholic and thought it her duty to elbow me in the ribs every time I made a wisecrack...which was often. Anyway the place gradually filled up and father what's-his-name came out in his full garb...although his pants didn't fit and he had to keep pulling them up. When the hearse arrived he waddled down the aisle, pulling up his pants, and met the family at the door. It was then we realized he was wearing a wireless mike. Everyone could hear the discussion...like Drumpf he didn't seem to know the mike was hot! It went something like this.
"You are the family of Virginia?"
The grieving husband said: "No one called her Virginia...just Ginny."
The priest goes (waving a paper) "this says her name is Virginia."
"But no one called her that."
This literally went on for two minutes before the moron agreed to call her "Ginny." I said "what an asshole" and gazed at my steward to see if an elbow to the ribs was coming but she had just buried her face in her hands.
But the best part came when he's in the middle of the mass and goes to open the little case where they keep the communion wafers and its empty. He looked at one altar boy who shrugged... and people started to giggle... and then the other altar boy who pointed to the back. So the priest wandered off to the left and went through a door and disappeared. After a minute or two he emerged from the other side and looked at the boy who pointed. He then got up and went in the back with him. I said to my steward "what is this? Amateur Hour?" Again she was just shaking her head. Finally the two of them came back with the gaudy little cup with the world's worst tasting cookies and finished the process.
The most memorable funeral I can recall.