Words that sometimes celebrate the congregation more than Almighty God. Nonsense words about our omniscient God having faith and dreams for me. Cheerfully sung by those who have grown up with nothing better. As a priest, I am coming to dread noisy, cramped concelebrations that become ever more like ceremonies and less like the awesome rites of sacrifice and prayer we Catholics believe them to be. They seem to be becoming occasions where peer group pressure and the exigencies of that way we do things today make Catholics priests embarrassed or unable in any external way to prepare quietly for Mass or to give thanks peacefully afterwards.
Nobody wants to be thought over-pious or to get in the way.
Not even a priest. We do not live in a world with great instinct for beauty, so it is not surprising, nor even necessarily something to blame anyone completely for, that a wholesale rebuilding of our liturgy should not escape the brutalization of European culture. A world which loses the beautiful will ipso facto lose the good and the true too. It needs the beautiful if it is to have anything at all. So does the Church.