The celebrant of Monday Masses at Carmel spared us a dodgy homily this morning – as he was more than 20 minutes late to Mass.
At least I had my wish of managing to finish Lauds before Mass began!
Previous to his belated arrival, owing to some mix-up with his alarm clock, apparently, I had been wondering whether he would manage to use the new Mass translations without some grimacing: as matters transpired, he read Mass more or less alright, though he still hasn't learned the up-to-date wording of those two "Blessed are you" offertory prayers, nor the newer versions of the Orate fratres, Per ipsum and Ecce Agnus Dei. In charity, given that he was rushed he may have said these from memory rather than waste time finding them in the new Missal before him. Then again, my own parish priest, aged in his late seventies, has had no trouble getting used to the new translation...
Moreover, this fellow also has that most irritating and stupid habit of saying "May almighty God bless us" at the end of Mass, thus denying his own liturgical office. He is a priest, for all his faults, and ought say the Mass the way it's laid down, as we laity – not to mention the Carmelite nuns – have a right to.
Yet another fellow Mass-goer confirmed after the service that she, too, finds his antics intolerable.
What was that prayer about "Who will free me from this troublesome priest?" I entrust him to Our Lady of Guadalupe, whose maternal intercession for errant priests is most potent.