Mass attendance – Going to Mass with a mass of hypocrite’s tongues …

Going to Mass with a mass of hypocrite’s tongues
Trying to enjoy the Whitby Corporate take-over
Involuntary thought- What’s going on, later-  Where did all the Culdees go
Parental good deed for offspring
Saw Mao Tse-tung and his Little Red Book for illiterates
Quicken the compulsion, but joy in boredom for only thirty minutes at 07:30 Sunday
Hand to lips after the Sign of the Cross mystery, and old customs die-hard
Had Holy Water entrance and exit finely tuned
Getting-out time, its who’s the ‘Father’ you had
Once a lesson to a young boy – ‘make your own mind up’
Sundays not the same since

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4 Responses to Mass attendance – Going to Mass with a mass of hypocrite’s tongues …

  1. Do you really think, feel that way at Mass?

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    • It’s not theology, but comment on a specific lived-in and observed second and third generation Irish Catholic immigrant experience within Scotland, its coldness, bullying and the lack of independence etc that it had.

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      • I understand that. I recommend looking for opportunities to heal / overcome that experience…it is doable if you desire it.

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        • Overcoming isn’t an issue.
          The poem is anchored in my own, and others experience of historical observable facts amongst the ‘Tribe’, community is too polite, and context we grew up in as boys and as teenagers.
          Read it this way – It’s a bit like that adage, a man tells a joke, but no one laughs, so he adds – “you had to be there.”

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