Shake My Hand *!@*^&!
Recently, I attended Mass celebrated by a priest that I'd never seen or heard of before. I do know his name but don't bother to ask me (Ray!).
Terry may fear people crossing 15 pews to get to his hand during the Sign of Peace, I fear the priest crossing 5 pews, 10 pews, the entire length of the Church during the Sign of Peace.
I couldn't care less about Father shaking my hand during Mass. But, I do care about Father turning his back on the Consecrated Host, leaving it entirely unattended while he wanders about collecting hands. Most parishes have social time after Mass or Father shakes hands again in the porch after Mass. How many times do we need to shake each others hands? How many times do we need to hug each other? Honestly, is this forced affection supposed to equate peace? It makes me cranky. Not the human contact; the Lord ignored and disrespected makes me truly cranky.
I know I have a reputation for being an outspoken trad activist. Seriously, I have only ever written letters of admonishment (for want of a better word) directly to Pastors twice. Both times involved the priest ignoring the Consecrated Lord while he made nice with the studio audience. Did anything change? No. But, I can't bear to not try.
Some Churches eliminate the Sign of Peace. Frankly, I can do without it. I love everyone and I love to socialize; but, during Mass? No.
At this same recent incident the priest (Fr. Social) shook my hand after Mass and, I kid you not, said: "Thank you for staying" I can't remember being so speechless. Yes, I was wearing my mantilla so I tend to stand out. I was floored. I'm not at Mass to see Father or even my friendly neighborhood parishioners. At what point, did the Mass become about us? I know I've asked that question before. I still don't have an answer. I never cease to be astounded at human arrogance.