The Injustice of an Irreverent Mass
Some recent summertime travel caused me to venture into another diocese. As a daily Mass goer, I was thrilled to be in a rental only a block from the basilica. On a Friday afternoon, we entered a beautiful church. We sat in a pew, three of us wearing veils, and were suddenly aware of how disparate we were from the aging parishioners around us. The population of the parish was exclusively elderly…