Now that that's done, let's please get rid of hymns that require the congregation to speak God's own words in the first person. Like "I am the Bread of Life" and "Be Not Afraid".
And maybe this year we could give a miss to the Lenten"Ashes" hymn which my kids call the Pelagian Phoenix song because notably included in the lyrics are "we rise again from ashes to create ourselves anew". Maybe phoenixes do that, though I think even they need help from outside, but Catholics can't. God does both the original creation and the new creation, and that is why we are singing hymns to Him in the first place. I shouldn't have to tell my kids that the song sung at mass has it wrong.
In fact, while I'm at it, maybe we should stop using Scripture for hymns at all until our collective musical sense, or at least that of the OCP, gets better? Then beautiful passages of the Bible like "I will raise you up on eagle's wings" and "I will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day" won't get totally ruined for my kids by being sung to third-rate movie tunes.
Third-rate is possibly over-stating. Perhaps fifth-rate, as in "Here I am, Lord" which has the same tune as the Brady Bunch theme song -- no doubt admirably suited to make modern 50 plus seekers of God feel like they are back in the comfortable green and orange world of the 70's sit-com, but probably loses a bunch of the younger ones. And makes converts, who grew up with wonderful old hymns like Holy Holy Holy and Fairest Lord Jesus, feel like they are trapped in a nightmare world of formica and linoleum and plaid trousers.
And NO, I don't think the solution is forced LifeTeen masses, either, though my parish seems to, as it also seems to think an illicit ban on communion on the tongue is justifiable for fear of the H1N1 virus. I would like those things to stop, as well, but I'm getting away from the music theme, and once I start I will probably have a hard time stopping.
It all adds up to a shoddiness that doesn't have anything to do with our beautiful Chariot of orthodoxy, in Chesterton's words, that
It doesn't matter really, because the wild truth is stronger. It's like a crown of thorns, that doesn't change the fact that the wearer is the true King of Glory -- the Ancient and Ever New. The Eucharist is there, even if it's often hidden off to a side corner of the church, and the members of Christ's Body are there, even if they don't realize that a heritage of magnificence has been buried under tawdry wood panelling and pebbly-textured flooring.
flies thundering through the ages, the dull heresies sprawling and prostrate, the wild truth reeling but erect
But these thorns bother me and cause pain, the little tyrannies and tawdrinesses are unsuitable and just wrong. And I wish they would go away.