Irish Catholicism – Old and New Gerry OShea
I was an
altar boy in the community where I grew up in the 1950’s. I recall well the
opening prayers at mass.
Priest: Introibo
ad altare Dei (Translation: I will go to the altar of God)
Altar Boy: Ad
Deum qui laetificat juventutem meam (Translation: To God who brings joy to
my youth)
The parish
of Kenmare in County Kerry had three priests assigned in those years and for
many decades afterwards. One of the three was the parish priest who was called
an archdeacon.
In the
1960’s this honorific was sidelined in favor of Canon, deemed to be somewhat
lower in the ecclesiastical pecking order. Some local luminaries protested this
belittling of the traditional designation. Only one other town in Kerry had a
parish priest with that title so there was a certain diocesan status accompanying
the name.
The bishop
was informed of the local discomfiture about the demotion, leading to the
restoration of the old order. The arch – as he was commonly called – and the
curates took care of the births, marriages and funerals, the important markings
in every community.
The priests
took turns at saying a daily mass in the local Holy Cross Church and the pews
were full for all three celebrations on Sundays and church Holy Days. The
railings adjoining the Square, close to the church, provided a suitable area
for securing the line of pony and traps, the most common means of transportation
for the more affluent farming families.
Hearing confession, usually scheduled for
Saturday afternoons and again that evening, provided the only professional
opportunity for parishioners to unload their troubles on a man who they knew
never gossiped. Nobody doubted the reality of the seal of confession, so priests
heard a lot of hoary stories, substituting for the trained counselors and
therapists who occupy this space today. Their words of absolution and healing
were an important source of strength and comfort among churchgoers.
We also had
a small Anglican community with their own church and families scattered
throughout the area. There was no tolerance for negative behavior of any kind in
dealing with members of the minority church. Two brothers from that community
played with a local Gaelic football team. They had to grin and bear it when
denominational hymns were sung at games or obeisance was shown to
representatives of the majority religion.
The British
education system in Ireland, developed in the 19th century, yielded
control of the country’s schools to the various religious authorities. The
ethos in the schools that were under Catholic control mandated a daily half
hour for learning about the dogmas and beliefs in the Roman tradition.
The
catechism set down in question-and-answer format all the “correct” responses
about the conundrums that the Vatican religion presumes to deal with. What is
Purgatory? A place or state of rest where some souls suffer for a time
before entering heaven.
What about
Limbo? That was presented as a border location between heaven and hell for
unbaptized infants. It was a cruel and tawdry medieval creation. It required
priests to explain to grieving parents whose baby died without the sacramental
splash of water that the gates of heaven were closed for their innocent child
for all eternity.
Today, even
the ultra-traditionalist wing of the Catholic church has abandoned the limbo
hogwash. Its prominence until relatively recently points to a church lacking
heart, bereft of compassion, the very virtue that is central to the New
Testament.
I compare this deplorable thinking to today’s
Vatican hierarchy refusing a church blessing to loving homosexual couples on
their wedding day.
In Catholic
secondary schools, the Catechism Notes was added to provide more detailed
answers on matters of dogma and morals. This is where pupils had to digest the
difference between a eucharistic understanding called transubstantiation as
distinct from the Protestant teaching on the same topic titled
consubstantiation. The Religious Wars of the 17th and early 18th
centuries were fought partly because of the different understanding of those words
of blessing uttered at the Last Supper.
The sixties
were an era of major cultural changes. The sexual revolution, the women’s
liberation movement, a disastrous jungle war in Vietnam and the rejection by
many of old racial attitudes were the urgent concerns, especially among the
young, in Western countries.
The Catholic
Church had its own revolution. Pope John the XX111, the greatest modern pope by
far, declared that the growth and effectiveness of the Roman religion entailed
opening the windows, his favorite metaphor, to the changing demands and
insights of a new era. Modernity called for new thinking in a church that
gloried in its ancient creeds and rituals.
The Second
Vatican Council moved the church in a radically different direction in two
important areas. First, the injunction that “outside the church there is no
salvation” was set aside as members of other Christian religions were now
addressed as our “separated brethren,” opening up a new era of co-operation.
Back in
Kenmare, one of the leading ecumenists, committed to dialogue with his Catholic
neighbors, was Dean Charles Gray-Stack, who was the Anglican Rector in the
district from 1961 until his death in 1985. He was an important contributor to
Christian thinking in those days and his writing was featured regularly in the
Irish Times. None of the local Catholic clergymen could match his influence and
celebrity.
The Council
also recognized Judaism as an ancient legitimate religion and removed
disparaging references to Jews in the church ceremonies on Good Friday. Rolph
Hochhuth in his play The Deputy pointed the finger of blame at Pope Pius
X11 for his inaction during the Shoah when Nazi Germany exterminated around six
million Jews. Subsequent scholarly research seems to confirm Hochhuth’s
assertions.
The other
major focus of ecclesiastical change centered on the liturgy. The new Vatican
mandate instructed all churches that mass was to be said facing the people,
inviting them to be co-celebrants. Also, the council fathers acknowledged that
communicating with God in a dead language that few understood made no sense.
The response
from most Irish people in the pews was one of gratitude. Catholics gradually
understood that the mass and other rituals were community activities where they
are invited to participate.
Some
traditionalists preferred the old ways. For them there was something sacred
about the use of Latin and Gregorian chant and the priest, a man in their
estimation, of immense mysterious power, maintaining his distance and hiding
his face as he performed his duties at the altar.
The
Tridentine mass, as it is called today, was recited in Latin, a practice encouraged by Pope John Paul and his
successor, Benedict, both of whom relaxed some of the previous prohibitions on
its use. Last month, Francis published new rules that ban the Tridentine
format, except in very restricted circumstances. In Francis’ Rome, praying to
the deity must accord with common sense and be in the vernacular.
The Irish
church is in continuing crisis, lacking credibility because of its complicity
in the widespread clerical sexual abuse of young people and the dehumanizing
treatment of women in magdalen laundries. These are the principal issues that
have brought it down.
The 130th
psalm which ended the mass in my young days might still be appropriate in today’s
struggling church. De profundis clamavi ad te Domine. Domine Exaudi vocem
meam. Out of the depths I cry to
you, O Lord. Lord hear my voice.
Gerry
OShea blogs at wemustbetalking.com
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