Don't Know Whether to Laugh or Cry
A friend, who happens to be ordained, and had an emergency visit to the dentist during Holy Week, sent the following:
I spent Maundy Thursday through Easter Sunday feverish, miserable, and mad about not being listened to. I kept thinking I would get up and dressed and go to church, but it didn't happen. About 3 or 4 on Easter morning, I gave up the idea of trying, and instead read St John Chrysostom's Easter sermon, and then listened to a couple different versions of the Exultet on YouTube.
It turned out to be just what I needed. Moreover, I was spared the indignities of the service at church, where the interim decided to make Easter "fun" by changing the service into a stand up comedy routine starring himself. Part of the sermon was a decription of how Mary Magdalen must have reacted to reacted to seeing a walking breathing Jesus when she'd gone to anoint his corpse: by saying "JESUS CHRIST!" He said this not as Rabboni, but as an obscenity.
Then, when it came time to celebrate the Eucharist, he pulled put a bottle of champagne and uncorked it with a flourish (hitting a choir member in the head, which necessitated another joke), because "it's a party, folks." Have you ever heard of such insanity? Such ego, to have to make himself the center of the Eucharist. Such arrogance, to have to curse like a teenager when he could have illuminated the first encounter with the risen Lord!
When I heard about his shenanigans, I was so grateful for my YouTube Easter, and for the understanding of the contemplative Eucharist ... But it makes me fear for the future.... Interim priests [have become] a cottage industry that has gotten way out of control here. Parishes end up spending two or three years in "the process" of all these artificial tasks of self study, and visiting and interviewing. And most of the time, the person they call ends up being an unintentional interim anyhow.
It's a crock.