When I was growing up, there were various social strata when it came to people. There was, of course, our family with whom we were on close terms. Then there were school friends, after-school friends, and neighborhood friends. There were also a lot of people we knew but only had a nodding acquaintance with for the most part. They were there, we greeted them civilly when we met but we never delved into a deeper relationship on any level.
And, as I was growing up, there were certain proformas to be observed in situations. It seemed that most of my discipline outside the family took place in my formation of behavior in church. I was brought up to realize that although the church was built by man, it was in actuality God’s House and we respected this.
I remember practicing for my First Communion. To avoid excessive talking and moving around the church, the good sisters did most of our rehearsal for the great day outside the church. To be sure, we did have several ‘dress’ rehearsals in church but only after we had mastered our place in line and could behave properly in God’s house. It was drilled into us with kind firmness that we were guests in God’s house. To show our respect, we must enter quietly, bless ourselves reverently and genuflect graciously to show our utmost respect. Since this took place in the fifties, we didn’t have the handicap of trying to locate the Blessed Sacrament in order to pay homage.
When the changes in the Mass and church began, I knew deep down inside that the transubstantiation was still the center of the Mass. I stepped aside in the wake of the exodus of Catholics who left because Mass was not as they knew it or wanted to know it anymore. As they left, the ones still in attendance seemed to take a more casual viewpoint of God. Instead of our Lord and Master, many considered Him less in His role as our Creator and more of a forgiving Pal. As I have gotten older, I know that you can’t be a parent and a pal to your children. Friends are on an equal basis and equality cuts down on respect to a degree. You don’t often look up to a friend.
I have noticed that as people have started considering God more of a friend than a Father, their consideration of Him has lessened. Believing and honoring don’t always go hand in hand. Thinking on this, I have started to reflect on my various levels of friends that I categorized in my growing up years. Many times I have seen genuflecting replaced by a nod in passing to the tabernacle. I remember my thoughts on people with whom I had a nodding acquaintance with---I greeted them civilly but never thought of encouraging a deeper relationship.
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