The day began much sooner than I expected it would. I could not believe the clock said 5am when the alarm went off. I should have stayed in bed.
I went to Mass. The woman who needs to blow her nose sat in front of me, snorting, sniffing and clearing her throat. It's to the point where I dread when I see her. How dare I? She's a child of God and for all I know, she is battling some psychological or physical problem that makes it impossible for her to get any relief from this condition that causes her to make such a racket. I do as I normally do when someone annoys me which is to ask myself: "What would Therese do?" She would take it and offer it up. Somehow, I settled down enough that I got past the temptation of handing the woman a tissue and saying " You sound like you really need this."
But now she has given me a new reason to complain. "May the Lord accept the sacrifice at your hands, for the praise and glory of GOD's name, for our good and the good of all GOD's church."
The attempt not to refer to God by the pronoun "His" is one I find seriously annoying and pales in comparison to the sniffing and throat clearing. We have no such problem at the TLM. What's more, the priest celebrant today was one who also likes to change the words and subsequently, fumbles and forgets what he's trying to say. The little voice in my head says "Shut up Joyce and be thankful you have a Mass to go to each day". Is it really asking too much to want priest and people alike not to improvise?
BTW, I know I should not complain. I happened upon Father Z's blog yesterday where he has been juxtapositioning video of the TLM with Masses spiked with puppets and liturgical dancers. At first there is a temptation for me to laugh, but a mockery of the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass is no laughing matter.
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed and if I'm not careful, I'll be retiring the same way.