I have no personal doctrine
in the matter of religion. All my life I have held to what
I was taught at the French Seminary in Rome, namely Catholic
doctrine according to the interpretation given it by the
teaching authority of the Church from century to century,
since the death of the last Apostle which marked the end
of Revelation.
There should be nothing in
that to feed the appetite for sensationalist journalists
and, through them, current public opinion. Yet, on August
29, 1976, the whole of France was excited on hearing that
I was going to say Mass at Lille. What was so extraordinary
about a bishop celebrating the Holy Sacrifice? I had to
preach before a panoply of microphones and each of my remarks
was greeted as if it were a striking declaration. Yet what
did I say beyond what any other bishop could have said?
There lies the key to the enigma:
the other bishops had been for a number of years no longer
saying the same things. How often, for example have you
heard them speaking of the social reign of Our Lord Jesus
Christ?
My personal experience never
ceases to amaze me. These bishops for the most part were
fellow students with me in Rome, trained in the same manner.
And then, all of a sudden, I found myself alone. But I
have invented nothing new; I was carrying on. Cardinal
Garrone even said to me one day: “They deceived us at the
French Seminary in Rome.” Deceived us in what? Had he not
himself taught the children of his catechism class thousands
of times, before the Council, the Act of Faith: “My God,
I firmly believe all the truths Thou hast revealed and that
Thy Church doth teach, because Thou canst neither deceive
nor be deceived.”?
How have all these bishops
been able to metamorphose themselves in this manner? I can
see only one explanation: they were always in France and
they let themselves become gradually infected. In Africa
I was protected. I came back the year of the Council, when
the harm had already been done. Vatican II only opened the
gates which were holding back the devastating flood. In
no time at all, even before the end of the fourth session,
it was catastrophic. Everything, almost, was to be swept
away; prayer first of all.
Any Christian who has an instinct
for God, a respect for Him, must be shocked by the manner
in which prayers are said now. Learning prayers by heart,
as we did, is now denigrated as “parrot-fashion.” Children
are no longer taught the words nor do they appear now in
the catechisms, except for the Our Father. And even that
is in a new version, of Protestant inspiration, which makes
the child address God as “tu”.2
To do this systematically is not a sign of great reverence,
and is foreign to the spirit of our language, which offers
us a choice of styles according to whether we are addressing
a superior or a parent or a friend. And in the same post-conciliar
Our Father, one asks God not to “lead us into temptation,”3
an expression that is equivocal, at least; while our traditional
French version is an improvement upon the Latin, which is
rather clumsily based on the Hebrew. What progress is there
in this? The familiar style of speech has also invaded the
whole body of vernacular liturgy: the new Sunday Missal
makes it exclusive and obligatory, though one can see no
reason for a change so contrary to French style and custom.
Tests have been made in Catholic
schools with children of twelve or thirteen. Only a few
knew the Our Father by heart (in French, naturally), and
a few knew their Hail Mary. With one or two exceptions
these children did not know the Apostles’ Creed, the I Confess,
the Acts of Faith, Hope, Charity and Contrition, or the
Angelus or the Memorare. How could they know them, when
most of them had never even heard them said? Prayer must
be “spontaneous,” we must speak to God out of the abundance
of the heart, so they tell us now; and they scorn the marvellous
educational system of the Church which has produced and
perfected all these prayers, which have been the support
of the greatest saints.
How many still practice and
encourage morning and evening prayers together in the family,
or the saying of the prayers of blessing and thanksgiving
at meals? I have learned that in many Catholic schools they
no longer want the prayer at the start of the lesson, on
the pretext that some of the pupils are unbelievers or belong
to other religions, and that it would not do to affront
their consciences or display a triumphalist spirit. They
congratulate themselves on receiving in these schools a
large majority of non-Catholics and even non-Christians,
and doing nothing to lead them to God. The young Catholics,
meanwhile, must conceal their faith: this on the pretext
of respecting the opinions of their schoolmates.
The genuflection is now practised
only by a small number of the faithful; it has been replaced
by a nod of the head, or more often by nothing at all. One
enters a church and sits down. The furniture has been changed,
the prie-dieus broken up for firewood. Often seats have
been installed similiar to those in cinemas, thereby allowing
the public to be more comfortably seated when the church
is used for a concert. I have been told of the case of the
Blessed Sacrament Chapel in a big parish church in Paris,
which used to be visited by a number of people working nearby
during their Iunch hour. One day it was closed for work
to be carried out. When the doors were opened again the
prie-dieus had disappeared. On a comfortable pile carpet
were deep upholstered seats, evidently expensive and of
the sort found in the reception foyers of big companies
or airlines. The comportment of the faithful changed at
once: some knelt on the carpet, but most made themselves
comfortable and meditated before the tabernacle cross-legged.
The parish clergy certainly had some intention in their
minds; one does not embark on expensive changes or alterations
without thinking of what one is doing. What we are seeing
here is the desire to modify the relationship of man to
God in the direction of familiarity and casualness, as if
we were dealing with Him as equals. How can one acquire
a conviction that one is in the presence of the Creator
and Sovereign Lord of all things, if one suppresses the
gestures that embody the “virtue of Religion”? Does one
not also run the risk of diminishing the sense of the Real
Presence in the tabernacle?
Catholics are likewise bewildered
by the obstinate partiality to banality and even vulgarity,
in the manner in which places of worship are treated. Everything
that contributed to the beauty of the buildings and the
splendor of the ceremonies is decried as “triumphalism”.
The décor must now be nearer to that of everyday
life. But in the ages of faith they offered to God the most
precious things they had. It was only in the village church
that were to be seen just those things that do not belong
to the everyday world: pieces of gold work, paintings, silks,
lace, embroidery, and the statues of the Blessed Virgin
crowned with jewels. Christians made financial sacrifices
to honor Almighty God in the best way they could. All this
was conducive to prayer and lifted up the soul. This is
a natural proceeding for mankind: when the Three Magi went
to visit the poor crib at Bethlehem they brought with them
gold, frankincense and myrrh. Catholics are degraded by
being made to pray in commonplace surroundings, multi-purpose
halls that have nothing to distinguish them from any other
public place, sometimes not even coming up to that. Here
and there one finds a magnificent gothic or romanesque church
abandoned and a sort of bare and dreary barn built to one
side. Or else they organize “domestic eucharists” in dining
rooms or even in kitchens. I have been told of one of these,
celebrated in the home of a deceased person in the presence
of his family and friends. After the ceremony the chalice
was removed and then, on the same table covered with the
same table cloth, they set up a buffet meal. At the same
time, only a few hundred yards away, only the birds were
singing to the Lord around the thirteenth-century church
decorated with magnificent stained glass windows.
Those readers who remember
the years before the war will certainly recall the fervor
of the Corpus Christi processions with their numerous stations,
the chants, the thuribles, the monstrance gleaming in the
sun, carried by the priest under the gold-embroidered canopy;
the banners, the flowers, the bells. The sense of adoration
was born into the children's souls and ingrained there for
life. This primordial aspect of prayer seems greatly neglected.
Do I hear somebody still talking about necessary evolution
and new habits of life? But traffic problems do not prevent
street demonstrations, and the demonstrators are not inhibited
about expressing their political opinions or their demands,
whether just or not. Why should God alone be thrust aside,
and why must only Christians refrain from rendering Him
the public worship which is His due?
The almost total disappearance
in France of processions is not caused by a lack of interest
on the part of the faithful. It is proscribed by the new
pastoral theory which, however, is ceaselessly urging the
“active participation of the People of God.” In 1969 a parish
priest in the Oise Department of France was expelled by
his bishop who had forbidden the organizing of the traditional
procession of Corpus Christi. The procession took place
nevertheless and drew ten times more people than the village
had inhabitants. Can one then say that the new pastoral
style which is, in any case, in contradiction on this point
with the conciliar Constitution on the Sacred Liturgy, is
in accordance with the deep longings of those Christians
who remain attached to such forms of piety?
And what are they offered in
exchange? Very little, because services have been greatly
reduced. Priests no longer offer the Holy Sacrifice each
day; and when they do, they concelebrate, and the number
of Masses has diminished accordingly. In country districts,
it is practically impossible to attend Mass during the week;
on Sundays a car is needed to travel out to the locality
whose turn it is to receive the “sector priest.” Many churches
in France are permanently closed, others only opened a few
times a year. Add to that the crisis in vocations, or rather
the crisis in responding to vocations, and the practice
of religion becomes yearly more difficult. The large towns
are in general better served; but most of the time it is
impossible to receive Communion on First Fridays and First
Saturdays of the month, for example. Naturally there is
no longer any question of daily Mass; in many urban parishes
Masses only take place by prior order, for a specific group
at a pre-arranged time, and in such a manner that the passer-by
coming in by chance feels himself to be a stranger at a
celebration studded with allusions to the activities and
life of the group. Discredit has been thrown upon what are
called individual celebrations in opposition to community
celebrations, but in reality the community has split into
small cells. It is quite common for a priest to say Mass
in the home of someone engaged in Catholic Action or other
activities, in the presence of a group of activists. Or
else one discovers the time-table for Sunday split up between
different language groups; a Portuguese Mass, French Mass,
Spanish Mass. In these times when foreign travel is commonplace
Catholics find themselves attending Masses where they do
not understand a single word, in spite of being told that
it is not possible to pray without “participating.” How
could they? No more Masses, or very few; no more processions,
no more Benedictions of the Blessed Sacrament, no more Vespers.
Public prayer is reduced to its most simple expression.
Even when the faithful have overcome the difficulties of
times and travelling, what will they find to slake their
spiritual thirst? I will speak further on about the liturgy
and the serious alterations it has undergone. For the moment,
let us consider only the obvious outward appearances of
public prayer. All too frequently, the atmosphere of the
“celebration” offends Catholic religious feelings. There
is the intrusion of secular rhythms with all kinds of percussion
instruments, guitars and saxophones. A musician responsible
for sacred music in a diocese of northern France, supported
by a number of leading personalities in the world of music
wrote:
In spite of what it is currently called,
the music of these songs is not modem: this musical
style is not new, but has been played in the most profane
places and surroundings (cabarets, music halls, often
for more or less lascivious dances with foreign names).
The people are led on to rock or swing. They all feel
an urge to dance about. That sort of “body language”
is certainly alien to our Western culture, unfavorable
to contemplation and its origins are rather suspect.
Most of the time our congregations, which already find
it hard not to confuse the crochets and the quavers
in a 6/8 bar, do not respect the rhythm; then one no
longer feels like dancing, but with the rhythm gone
to pieces, the habitual poorness of the melodic line
becomes all the more noticeable. |
What has happened to prayer
in all of that? Happily it appears that in more than one
place people have returned to less barbaric customs. People
have then submitted, those who wish to sing, to the productions
of official organizations specializing in Church music.
For them, there is no question of making use of the marvellous
heritage of past centuries. The usual melodies, always
the same, are of a very different inspiration. The more
elaborate pieces, executed by choirs, show a secular influence,
and excite the feelings rather than penetrate the soul as
plainchant does. The words are all new, using a new vocabulary,
as if a flood twenty years ago had destroyed all the antiphonaries
from which, even if they had wanted to make something new,
they could have drawn inspiration; they adopt a style of
the moment and are quickly outmoded, in a very short time
being no longer comprehensible. Large numbers of recordings
purposely designed for the animation of parishes give out
paraphrases of the psalms and are frankly presented as such,
thereby supplanting the sacred text of divine inspiration.
Why not sing the psalms themselves.
A novelty appeared a little
while ago: posters placed in church porches reading “to
praise God, clap your hands.” So during the celebration,
at a sign from the leader, the congregation raised their
hands above their heads and clapped rhythmically and loudly,
producing an unfamiliar din within the sanctuary. This kind
of innovation, unconnected even with our secular habits,
which attempts to put an artificial action into the liturgy,
will no doubt be gone tomorrow: it contributes however to
discourage Catholics and to increase their confusion. Nobody
is obliged to attend “Gospel Nights” but what can one do
when the few Sunday Masses are infected with these lamentable
practices?
The pastorale d'ensemble
(ministry to the assembly) as they call it, constrains the
faithful to adopt these new gestures in which they see no
benefit and which go against their nature. Above all,
everything must be done in a collective manner, with échanges
or sharing of speech, of views, on the Gospel, and of handshakes,
too. People go along with this half-heartedly, as statistics
show. The very latest figures indicate a further falling
off, from 1977 to 1983, in attendance at the Eucharist,
whereas personal prayer shows a slight increase.4
The pastorale d'ensemble has not, therefore won the
people over. Here is what I read in a parish magazine in
the Paris area:
From time to time during the last two
years the 9:30 a.m. Mass has been in a rather special
style, inasmuch as the proclaiming of the Gospel was
followed by an échange for which those present
formed groups of about ten persons. The first time this
kind of celebration was tried, 69 people joined in sharing
groups and 138 remained outside. One would have thought
that with the help of time there would have been an
improvement. This has not been the case. The parish
team then organized a meeting to see whether or not
to continue with the “Masses with Sharing.” |
One can understand how the
two-thirds of the parishioners who had so far resisted the
post-conciliar innovations were not enthusiastic about these
improvised chatterings in the middle of Mass. How difficult
it is to be a Catholic nowadays! The liturgy in French,
even without “sharings,” deafens the congregation with a
flood of words so that many complain that they can no longer
pray during Mass. When, then, will they pray?
The confused faithful are offered
recipes which are always accepted by their bishops provided
that they detach them from Christian spirituality. Yoga
and Zen are the strangest, a disastrous orientalism which,
claiming to lead to a “hygiene of the soul,” directs devotion
in false ways. Again, what about the abuses of “body language”
which degrade the personality by exalting the body at the
expense of elevation towards God? These new fashions, along
with many others, have been introduced even into contemplative
monasteries; and they are extremely dangerous. They show
how right are those we hear say, “They are changing our
religion.”
2
Traditionally, in French, God is addressed using the majestic
plural “Vous” (Thee, Thou, etc.) and not the familiar “tu”
(you).--ed.
3
French traditional version: “Ne nous laissez pas succomber
à la tentation.” New version : “Ne nous soumets pas
à la tentation.”--ed.
4
Poll Madame Figaro--Sofres, Sept. 1983. The first question
was: "Do you go to communion once a week or more, or
about once a month?" This corresponds more or less
to attendance at Mass, since everybody now communicates.
Replies in the affirmative had dropped from 16% to 9% .