…where he is promptly pulled over by the authorities.
“Do you know why I pulled you over, Father?”
“It must be the biretta…” the priest grumbles.
“I didn’t notice the biretta until I saw you driving backwards with your right turn signal on!” The office exclaims. “Please step out of the car.”
The priest complies.
“What do we have here? A cassock, a sash, and – good gravy – a maniple! Do you think this is 1962? The maniple has been suppressed, Father, don’t you know that?”
“My handkerchiefs are all in the laundry!”
“Likely story, padre! I have half a mind to cite you for attempting to turn back the clock and confusing the people of God! I’ll let you off with a warning if you put on this golf shirt and sing ‘On Eagle’s Wings’ in the orans position!”
“Never!”
Just then a bright light appears – the “HOT” light from Krispy Kreme across the street. While the cop is distracted, our priest gets back in his car and drives away.
The end.
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That’s pretty funny. But sad. Sad and funny.
So, were you at St. Mary’s where Fr. Poumade presided over a substantially Latin (sung parts and Eucharistic prayer) mass? I think we may see more Latin integrated into Sunday masses at St. Mary’s as a result. The different genre of music, even when in English, rose high above any of the traditional hymns–not to mention the sappy post-V2 stuff–and was indeed what sacred music is all about. I am no expert and cannot describe the styles, but it was far more solemn and sacred than anything we normally hear. The Gloria in Latin was far more beautiful than any English version I had ever heard. We were able to follow along about 90% with the Eucharistic prayer in my mother’s circa 1962 St. Joseph’s Missal. Fr. Poumade reminded us that Latin is our language as Roman Catholics [ie, as Hebrew is the language of Jewish prayer]. It was wonderful to share in our glorious heritage…Anyway, back to your joke.
I wasn’t at St. Mary’s – wasn’t even aware that he was doing the novus ordo in Latin this weekend. I wasn’t considering any parish in particular when I wrote this. I just thought of the somewhat irrational hostility some have to traditional liturgy. But let’s not make more of this than it is – it’s just a joke!
O, sure Sal. My first thought upon reading your post was that there were probably some in the congregation at mass who had a similar reaction as the cop in your story.
Actually the Krispy Kream Sal must be referring to is on Route 1 in Alexandria. Maybe the “traddy” priest was heading south to do some good at Good Shepherd?
There’s also St. Louis. A Traddy would fit in well, there. If our Traddy is headed to Good Shepherd, perhaps he should fortify himself with Krispy Kremes before facing those folks…