The Recovering Choir Director

The priestly blogger at Adam’s Ale compares the Catholic Church with UPS (no, really):

Look at a news program talking about something bad happening in the Church. The images they throw up on the screen scream, “CATHOLIC CHURCH!” Listen to what is in the background. Is it guitar playing, bread and wine drinking, vaguely heretical claptrap? No! It is Gregorian chant! If a movie wants to portray clergy gone astray (and they are almost solely Catholic, you wouldn’t even think there were other denominations sometimes) they are not wearing cardigan sweaters and brown loafers. Cassocks baby. That’s what you see. Are they filming inside a Church? Are you left wondering, “Is that a Baptist Church, or maybe Lutheran, or maybe Seventh Day Adventist?” Nope. The statue of Mary and the racks of tiny burning candles enlighten you immediately to the fact that this is a Catholic Church in much the same way a quickly passing brown truck assures you that UPS is on its appointed rounds even if it zipped by so quickly you couldn’t read the letters on the side. (Who ELSE would have a truck that color?)

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