A poorly educated novus ordite may wonder why he's so bored at "mass" but he generally does not have the acuity to pinpoint his problem. If he speaks with a novus ordo priest or some layperson at his parish they probably will just say that he has to be obedient or recommend that he attend a novus ordo retreat. Eventually, he may actually decide that his "heart" isn't mean to be a "practicing" Catholic. That's probably the fate of the largest group of Catholics post-Vatican II, the ones who saw the changes and said "Whatever, dude" then they walked away and maybe only come back on Christmas and Easter.
Most incisive. I was that novus ordite precisely. There were no trad Masses for hundreds of miles in the neighborhood where I grew up, so I just hadn't a clue about "tradition", and had the exact experience you describe. But it wasn't so much boredom, as yearning. Changing parishes, talking to the priests, never helped and yes, I was often referred to either an n.o. retreat or their group bible study groups, or invited to join a "ministry". It's best described as, I didn't know what I was searching for, but I knew what they were practicing was wrong, and sometimes awful.
That n.o. cabal isolate the faithful from tradition so effectively it's diabolical.
I moved from that region, still unaware of the Tridentine rite. One sad Easter 10 years ago, at the n.o. version of a Vigil Mass, as I kneeled after communion and cell phones rang around me, the woman in front of me tugging on her very tight and very short skirt in an unsuccessful attempt to cover herself, children laughing and playing in the aisles, with one running up to the altar (communion still being distributed), and incessant talking as I tried to offer thanksgiving, I hit the wall, broke down and cried. It was that moment I knew I could not ever go back, but what to do? I could not become protestant, this was certain. The anguish was tormenting!
God mercifully heard my heartbroken plea - do not let me be confounded, Lord! He allowed me to stumble upon a traditional independent chapel in the area, one of the few with daily Mass, 4 on Sunday, and devotions several times a week. Imagine my surprise to find that the Faith was still alive and well in little pockets around the world.
The yearning has not ceased, it has in fact increased, not from deprivation as before, but in the bliss of moving closer to His Sacred Heart. Life is now joyful.
Wow! I was from the Arlington diocese where many of the presiders were sound morally and as good liturgically as the NO would let them be. I saw a staunch difference when I travelled. Perhaps if the Arlington Diocese was worse I would have become traditional sooner.
Don't get me wrong. There were plenty of bad Priests in the Arlington diocese but I stayed away from them and their services. A "priest" there got severely punished for blowing the whistle on a sɛҳuąƖly deviant "priest".
The NO "bishops" act like the masons when they cover-up each other's crimes. Maybe they are masons. They think and act like them.
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