only positivity wanted

Large families attempting to fit into pews too small for them

Altar boys who can barely see over the altar

Accidently lighting your candle holder on fire because the Easter Vigil is so long

Tripping over your maxi skirt/cassock/habit

Genuflecting with the wrong leg 

Falling asleep in adoration

Knowing the tune of the Latin hymns, but not quite the words yet

Conversely, responding in Latin to prayers in any other language 

Tangled rosaries, scapulars, and headphones

15 passenger vans

Wishing others a happy new year on the first Sunday of Advent

Finding a restaurant to eat at that fits everyone’s Lenten penances

Being dragged by Saints who lived 100, 500, or even 1600 years ago

Getting accused of being morbid

But memento mori!

“Discovering” something that has been around for at least a few hundred years

Youth/young adults: “We want tradition!” Boomers: “See, the youth today want guitar music!”

Giving dirty looks to the adults (who should know better) who are having a conversation before- or even worse during- Mass

Falling asleep while kneeling

That resigned look while defending large families

Freaking out about your vocation

Having so many godchildren

Retreat highs

The same people in all the liturgical ministries each week

Coming up with nicknames for people you see at Mass

Coffee and donuts in the hall after Mass

“Pope St. John Paul II was the original hipster!”

Going to confession like the sorrowful sad sinner you are

Receiving communion reverently

My dear sir,

art is useless because its aim is simply to create a mood. It is not meant to instruct, or to influence action in any way. It is superbly sterile, and the note of its pleasure is sterility. If the contemplation of a work of art is followed by activity of any kind, the work is either of a very second-rate order, or the spectator has failed to realise the complete artistic impression. A work of art is useless as a flower is useless. A flower blossoms for its own joy. We gain a moment of joy by looking at it. That is all that is to be said about our relations to flowers. Of course man may sell the flower, and so make it useful to him, but this has nothing to do with the flower. It is not part of its essence. It is accidental. It is a misuse. All this is I fear very obscure. But the subject is a long one. Truly yours, Oscar Wilde