Anthony Esolen, author of the new book Nostalgia (BUY IT NOW! US HERE – UK HERE) has a column describing the dangerous roll of the dice it is to find a place to go to Sunday Mass when away from home and something known, decent and reverent. You never know what you are going to get, but, when those dice stop rolling, it’s probably against you.
By sure to check it out at Crisis
50 Years of Effete and Infertile Liturgical Culture Is Enough
“By their fruits ye shall know them,” said Jesus, and fifty years is long enough for us to pass a fair judgment. Sacrosanctum Concilium is an orthodox document. But I wonder if we would have done better merely to say, “Let the Mass be said sometimes in the vernacular, let there be three readings from Scripture for Sunday Masses, and let most of the priest’s prayers be said aloud.” That would have required no concession to modernist iconoclasm. Instead we have endured fifty years of lousy church buildings, lousy music, lousy art, banal language, lousy schooling, dead and dying religious orders, and an unfaithful faithful whose imaginations are formed more by Hollywood than by the Holy One. We have been stuck in cultural and ecclesial neutral, rolling backward and downhill, or neuter, effete and infertile.