"Well well well"

The old joke about the differences between liturgists and terrorists rears its ugly head again. It wouldn’t be so funny (or sad) if it weren’t so true. This time, the liturgist is the pastor himself.

Brian Michael Page has the story.

Memo to responsible parties: Try reading Church writings on liturgy and music for once. After all, it’s only the source and summit we’re talking about.

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Aristotle, I doubt you can realistically pin this one on liturgists. The pastor is the problem, and not unlike many pastors we’ve all known who cannot bear the consequences of being forthright, just, fair, etc. while not being able to deal with budgets, employee morale, etc..

For once, we have an issue on which church musicians of all ideologies can nod our heads collectively and say, “Too bad; we’ve known guys who went to this seminary, too.”

I was referring to the pastor as the liturgist in this case. In every case, the pastor is the chief liturgist of the parish. Whether he delegates that responsibility to others or not is ultimately in his hands. In this case, the pastor/liturgist did not do so. I’m not pinning this one on liturgists in general; I’m pinning this squarely on the pastor, whose actions reinforce the truth behind the tired joke. Sorry for not being clear enough. - AAE


Not to mention this pastor was a two-face. My successor, on the day my daughter and friends went on their little spy mission for me, was playing the same stuff my predecessor was FIRED for playing.

The list that day:
Schutte - Glory and praise to our God
Haas - Song of the Body of Christ
Haugen - All are welcome
ASH GROVE - Sent forth by God’s blessing

(ASH GROVE was the only decent tune of the four). My guess is Massive Cremation was the Ordinary, but my daughter wasn’t sure on those. She did, however, take the numbers off the board.

Money talks and BS walks over there. Trust me. He drives an upscale VW. His curate drives a Beemer. Meanwhile, I’m very happy with my Dodge conversion van. :-)
BMP


Mr. Page, I assume this was thera*peutic for you and may be of help to other potential employees of the man, but I was also struck by the admonitions you received on another forum I read.

I did something similar myself, in the very early days of usenet, sure that no one of whom I wrote would ever read it.

To my chagrin, one did, and as my “therapy” had been intended more like that of a healthy pitcher who always has his arm “worked on” by the trainer after a game than that of an injured player trying to regain his former prowess — in other words, I was still in the hellish work situation — I was soon involuntarily relieved of the cross I bore.

Reposting — I received a message saying that my post had been “blacklisted” because of the word in which I have now inserted an *.
I am curious as to whose sensibilities that would offend.


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