BREAKING: Rubrics and color-blindness

From the often amusing Eye Of The Tiber:

Explaining his frustrations at not being able to properly do the red and say the black in his missal during Mass, local color blind priest Father Richard Wendell asked congregants to try as best as they can to just ignore him.

“…quia peccavi nimis cogitatione, verbo, et opera strike breast three times, mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa,” Wendell said aloud, realizing he had made yet another mistake as people began to murmur.

“You gotta feel for the guy,” local parishioner Brenden Horn told EOTT after Mass. “At one point he said, ‘Kyrie eleison. the Gloria is omitted on Sundays in Advent and Lent. Stand at High Mass. Gloria in excelsis Deo.’ Yeah, it was painful to watch.”

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6 Responses to BREAKING: Rubrics and color-blindness

  1. Just Some Guy says:

    Dubium:
    What if your priest loves the EF, but can’t read Latin because of dyslexia?

  2. HvonBlumenthal says:

    I find this story heartwarming. It means that Latin comes so naturally to him that he doesn’t even notice when the words slide into a vernacular rubric.

  3. Bthompson says:

    Probably the same as what a blind priest does, get permission to say a given Mass from memory.

  4. Grant M says:

    If he was using the ‘62 altar Missal, the priest would recite: “…peccavi nimis cogitatione, verbo et opere: (percutit sibi pectus ter, dicens:) mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa”, and shortly afterwards “…Kyrie, eleison. Postea in medio altaris extendens et iungens manus, caputque aliquantulum inclinans, dicit, si dicendum est, Gloria in excelsis Deo, et prosequitur iunctis manibus.”

    And the congregation would think, “Wow, even the rubrics sound beautiful in the TLM”.

  5. Fr Richard Duncan CO says:

    Much as I dislike making marks in a missal, one solution for the colour-blind priest might be for someone to underline the rubrics (neatly) with a pencil for him.

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