We camped this weekend in Woodbine, MD at Ramblin' Pines, one of our favorite campgrounds. I wish I could say I feel the same way about the local church we've attended at least one weekend during the camping season for the past ten years. In fact, Sunday Mass there feels like a penance. The pastor follows the rubrics and I've never heard a dissident homily, but, like most parishes these days, they have altar girls and a crowd of "extraordinary" ministers of the Eucharist crowding the sanctuary at Communion. I just close my eyes, shake my head, and go get in the priest's line.
