Two years ago, one of my neighbors asked me to be her sponsor when she decided to go through the process to be confirmed. We spent a lot of time at church that Lent. She was to be confirmed at the Easter Vigil. It wasn't my parish, but another, closer parish.
I think it was on Palm Sunday that the selection of music for Mass finally got to me. I said to my friend's husband, "the world will be such a better place once my generation dies." I thought he would laugh or tell me I was being extreme. Instead he just nodded and agreed.
It is almost more than I can bear to see another group of grey haired overweight hipsters, strumming their guitars, banging their drums, and swinging their hips a little as they sing what would best be described as campfire songs. And it matters not where I go to mass in my area, they are everywhere.
I have to pray to not be so critical.
But I wonder if I should instead pray to find a church where there aren't such impediments to experiencing the Mass as it should be.
I guess I can never go wrong to pray and God will send me where I belong, as long as I am open and willing.