Since Sunday I have been making a fuss about appropriate liturgical commemorations and proper Last Gospels. I even began the composition of a post about it, along the lines of: if you were an employee in a business and your line manager back checked your work and found that you hadn't done your job properly, you'd be in serious trouble; but then I thought, who cares? Just like in the manager's meeting I attended on Monday afternoon, which I spent annotating all the points raised with ''D B'' (don't bother) in various scripts, I shall just withdraw my support from churches that can't be bothered with Divine Service completely. What's the point in wasting one's breath upon people who don't want to understand? Maybe it's the tat value of a genuflexion at Et Verbum caro factum est that did it, or perhaps the extra few seconds saying a few prayers was too much for the congregation to bear, who knows?
As of now I shall restrict attendance at Eucharistic services to the three Great Feasts of the year, and Holy Week as my services are required. That way I shall be considerably less scandalised, and therefore less miserable, for the duration of this sojourn in the wilderness.