With apologies to Rodgers and Hammerstein.
Masses with puppets and tambourine jingles,
Long-lasting "kisses of peace", where one mingles,
Rich German bishops all wrapped up in bling,
These are a few of my favourite things.
Cardinal Kasper and all his new teaching,
All of Pope Francis's aeroplane preaching,
Amoris Laetitia, and all that it brings,
These are a few of my favourite things.
Wacky professors who'd ordain some females,
People who sit in the Mass reading e-mails,
Paul Inwood's music, which everyone sings,
These are a few of my favourite things.
When the priest prays, when the choir sings,
When I meet a "Trad",
I simply remember my favourite things,
And then I don't feel so bad.
Your genius never ceases to amaze and entertain me, dear Eccles, for I, myself, am a trifle traddy.
ReplyDeleteWhy oh why did it take me so long to find this blog? Way more clever than EOTT, in my opinion!
ReplyDeleteI will be singing this all day. Thank you for the smile..Fantabulous!
ReplyDeleteDig, dig you modernists, and you'll find traditionalist in you, or worse.
ReplyDeleteIt was such a relief to discover that the Pope digs traditional Catholics.
DeleteThis blog is the best ever. Better than Eye of the Tiber - there is so much content these days....
ReplyDeleteYou're showing your true colours, Mr Eccles. I thought you was a #savedpusson
ReplyDeleteSuperb!
ReplyDeleteThe missing verse-
DeleteIncense, dalmatics, maniple and soutane.
Low Mass in Latin, High Mass Gregorian.
Pius and Leo and Gregory The Great:
The Nervous Disorder is long out-of-date.
Mr Eccles my favorite song and that of Pope Francis comes from His favorite Amoris Laetitia movie called an Affair to Remember with Carey Grant and Deborah Kerr. It was a truly prophetic 1952 Vatican II movie. The little Extraordinary Minster children sing these words in a song called Tommorrow Church.
ReplyDeleteThere's a wonderful place called tomorrow Church
and it's only a dream away
And the moment you get to tomorrow Church
You'll forget about today.
You'll be walking on clouds,
You'll forget every care,
And your troubles, like bubbles, will vanish in air
Ask me how do you get to tomorrow Church
Close you eyes, make a wish and you're there.
Well then. You've ruined that movie for me.
DeleteI can't quit chuckling. This should burn off a few calories' worth of festive Thanksgiving treats--I'm happy I saved it for the weekend.
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