The Recovering Choir Director

I was not intending to post, but I could not resist after visiting the referenced Web site, which for my money is far uglier than the church itself. When I had to figure out how to put together a number of Web pages for our division at work in my spare time, I adhered to the KISS principle, and I was proud of the results.

So who cares? De gustibus non disputandum. As it is, my parish’s home page is not all that. The deliberate part of the St. Julie’s home page that merits commentary is the mile-long “m_____n statement” that forgot to mention the first two persons of the Holy Trinity — which may not be much of an imbalance as the Holy Spirit was dragged in more as a ghostly vitamin or battery than as a Person, but how about, oh, I don’t know, the word “God?” — or any part of the Magisterium save the latest ecumenical council. Eschatology; what is that?

When I was younger, and spotting license plates lost its allure on long car trips, we changed to spotting ugly buildings, ti our childish cliche was “That’s so ugly it has to be a Catholic church!” (I think only once was anyone who said this wrong — a prison-like edifice in Minnesota turned out to belong to our Lutheran brethren and sistren.)

As an adult, I am saddened to find myself still playing it — but it is no longer a funny game.

Driving through some small towns the other day my wife and I were just commenting about how protestant church buildings look like real churches and Catholic churches look like state park visitor centers.