By Diogenes (articles ) | Sep 25, 2003
This poem in last month's First Things makes a good point, deftly.
Liturgical Dance Notes
Balletic slim with gently nubile curves
And sweetly graced extensions of long limbs--
They sway, step, bend to syncopated hymns.
Their mothers beam. How well, they think, dance serves
God's glory (and their own) in finer style
Than old processions jumbled full of tots,
White-veiled and bumptious, tasting nuns' DO NOTs,
Surging off center down the middle aisle.
Lord, as You look on such eclectic prayer,
Such very now liturgic elegance
With its proponents all quite blind to where
It self-creates less happy circumstance,
Hold tight and tenderly within Your care
Little fat girls who won't be asked to dance.
Mary Margaret Milbrath
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Posted by: Pseudodionysius -
Sep. 25, 2003 10:03 PM ET USA
For converts like myself, Liturgical Dance is truly the most idiotic liturgical desecration ever invented. I was hoping, that in a future Apostate-- freak of the week posting, we could obtain a precise geneaology of this most hideous and garish tripe. Here's a followup question: When Catholics are murdered in developing countries, how many of the survivors go to their next Mass lobbying for liturgical dance and altar girls?
Posted by: patriot6908 -
Sep. 25, 2003 8:22 PM ET USA
Unfortunately, I have seen much more than "Balletic slim" at my church...the Adkins Diet wouldn't hurt a few. What a silly, self-important piece of inanity...especially when accompanied by our "Disciples of Rhythm" with their drummer who, while thirteen, might have played for an old burlesque house. Ah, yes, the new Church (Call to Action, VOTF, ad nauseum) with bad liturgies, homilies befitting Leno, and the usual group of Eucharistic ministers dressed for a bar-b-que.