One of the diseases afflicting the Christian church generally is alive and well in the Roman Church. The target is the hymnal, Glory and Praise, which is raked over the coals in this posting at Mere Comments. Here’s the litany of complaint:
— the neutering of old masculine language about mankind and even God
— the heedless fouling up of the old poetry, to update a “thou” and a “thee”
— the seizing of every chance to talk about dancing (not to be found in the New Testament, I suspect, unless it’s Salome) and about the motherhood of God”
— in general, the louche emphasis upon feelings, not repentance, but soft and syrupy feelings
— the blithe arrogation of God’s words to ourselves, speaking in the first person
— the arrogation of God’s grace and majesty to ourselves: “We are the Bread, we are the Body”
— the celebration of our own wonderfulness, and the decrying of sin — that is, other people’s sins
— the abandonment of traditional liturgical forms, traditional poetry and song — all relegated to the status of the “old fashioned,” for trotting out, like Grandmama’s silver, at certain feasts, and that’s it
— the passing along of counterfeit “folk” music, actually performance music, like “Do You Remember the Kind of September,” only not nearly as good
— the mincing baby-talk in the verses, along with a bogus primitivism, a la the Indians in Hollywood: “You are child of the universe.”
Note, especially, that heretical “we are the Bread, we are the Body.” As in Jesus Christ, Lord and Savior. We are most certainly not “the Bread.” Nor are we “the Body.” This kind of sloppy thinking, of celebrating sinners who pretend to be The Christ, is sickening.
Yes, there is that of God in each of us; the Inner Light, if one prefers Quaker testimony. And, of course, we are each of us made in God’s image. But, brothers and sisters, let us never confuse our sinful selves with He who is without stain.
In the words from the Mere Comments posting, “It’s narcissism, all of it.”