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“I was only beginning to enter into the infinite subtlety of Gregorian chant. It was - and remains - the only public prayer I have ever been able to engage in without feeling like a phony and a jackass. But then, one day in 1965 or so, it was simply abolished. With a stroke of his pen, Pope John XXIII - who had such good ideas about other things - declared that liturgy would henceforth be in the vernacular language of the people. That was, effectively, the end of Latin chant. Then all those monks and nuns who had devoted hours and hours a day began to sicken and fall into depressions, but nobody noticed for a long time. Maybe, as I can well believe, the music toned up their systems in some mysterious way. Or perhaps chant really was a language that God understood. Faced with numerous liturgical scholas shrieking away in the new vernacular hymns, Divinity may have covered its ears and withdrawn, leaving the monks to pine. We parish musicians, illiterate in anything written after the 13th century, stumbled around trying to score liturgies for guitar and bongo drums, trying to make sense of texts like "Eat his body! Drink his blood!" It wasn't because the music got so bad that I quit going to Mass, but it certainly was the beginning of my doubts about papal infallibility.”

Quote by Mary Rose O'Reilley

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The Barn at the End of the World: The Apprenticeship of a Quaker, Buddhist Shepherd

This book chronicles the life and spiritual development of a Quaker and Buddhist shepherd, set against the backdrop of a remote barn at the end of the world. more

Author

Mary Rose O'Reilley

Mary Rose O'Reilley, born in 1944, is an accomplished poet known for her profound emotions and unique style. Her poetry has won widespread acclaim and has had a significant impact on readers. more

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