Traditional catholic funeral hymns

Bukas po ay Corpus Christi ( a very important feast in Catholic Church na umaalala sa totoong presensya ni Jesus sa Eucharistia) Sikat po na kakantahin ang kantang "Tantum Ergo" Latin hymn na kinakanta upang magbigay galang at pagsamba sa Eucharistia.
Kung di niyo lang maitatanong, galit si BES sa doctrina ng Eucharist pero yung dating doxology ay katono ng Tantum Ergo. Ayaw nilang maniwala sa Eucharistia pero gagayahin nila yung kanta para sa Eucharistia. Katawa 😆

Hi, not sure where to begin with this post but I suppose I’ll just tell my story in the hopes that someone, anyone, out there will relate to it. I think this should probably include a content warning for child abuse, though I’m not even sure what to call it. Also animal death.
I’m late 20s, F, living in Northern California from an Azorean (Portuguese islander) family. If you know anything about the religious makeup of the islands, it won’t surprise you that I was raised very, very Catholic, in something called the Cult of the Holy Spirit (Culto do Divino Espírito Santo).
I was entrenched in the Cult from birth, and I guess even before then—my parents were married in the Império (kind of like a chapel) on the premises and my family was involved with the Cult’s local leadership (the Irmandade, or the “brotherhood,” though iirc women were involved too). I basically grew up there, in the Hall and its buildings, and I was Queen in the festas (religious celebrations) for years, doing all these rituals and parades and such. Wearing a heavy crown and cape, releasing doves, kissing babies and stuff. I also went to a small Catholic private school, so no one thought this was out of the ordinary when I told them what I did with my weekends. But there’s so much about my life I don’t remember that feels like a dream or a movie now.
The things I do remember don’t seem okay—what was going on behind the scenes, what kind of access the leadership had to me and the other children (not just the girls), watching them slaughter animals or give us religious punishment for the smallest things. Like, I remember holding onto a dove during a festa at the Hall and it fell asleep in my hands because I wasn’t holding it very tightly. When it was time to let it go, I didn’t know it was asleep, and when I threw it, it fell to the ground. I remember after everyone was gone, I had to kneel on dried rice until I was crying and go around the grounds on my hands and knees, picking up the flower petal “carpet” from the celebration. I remember being forced to watch them slit a pig’s throat. I remember my family being basically obligated to give the brotherhood so much money—money we barely had, after paying for my school—to build more chapels in a place we’d never see.
That was a cult, right? Not just in the religious sense, like the Wikipedia article says. A real cult. I want to start deconstructing and unpacking what growing up in that specific environment did to me, but every time I try to talk to my family about it, they shut me down and say “that’s just the name. It’s not a real cult.” Articles on the internet only describe it from an observer’s perspective and never critically. And the only people I’ve ever talked to in real life who know what the Cult of the Holy Spirit is say their experience with it was just like regular church: boring and traditional, maybe, but never traumatic. Even nice at times, with the food and cultural aspect.
I feel so lonely trying to find anyone who also feels adversely impacted by growing up in the Cult. Am I making something out of nothing? Was I just too involved to have a normal experience? Or was it actually not normal?
TL;DR: I grew up in the Azorean Cult of the Holy Spirit and it was weird. If you feel the same, please tell me I’m not crazy.

Hi guys, I grew up going to Orthodox church and the traditions are slightly different from the ones in a Catholic church. Now I live in France, and I’m trying to understand the denominations better (I used to have a Protestant phase) and trying to make a decision where to get baptized (whether ☦️ whether ✝️).
Yesterday I went to my first Catholic mass and I noticed that when people enter the church they go down on one knee and do the Cross sign from left to right (and every time they’re passing by the statue). Also during the Mass people were kneeling. I wasn’t kneeling or saying anything, I was just standing and sitting and trying to understand what’s going on. I was a little nervous, but everything was fine.
Is kneeling obligatory during the Mass and is it embarrassing and weird if I won’t do it, I don’t feel comfortable doing it yet. Also when I enter the church can I just do the Cross without kneeling? I’m scared people will think I’m weird and will judge me if I won’t do it.
Thanks 🙏🏼

I and my husband got married this year sa province ko. Since may tradition samin na dapat sa place ng girl ikakasal. Ngayon, yung husband ko gusto nya din ikasal sa hometown nya, pero sa church pa rin. Is that possible?
Edit: Catholic kami parehas

BEWARE THIS SCAMMER ON BOO! A friend of mine met this woman “Eilish Wilson” on the Boo dating app. She wove this elaborate tale of living in Glasgow, Scotland, having extended family in London, being an only child and an orphan, Being 1/2 Singaporean 1/2 Australian, working for Nielsen advertising, and moving to the US soon. She would video chat with him, so she was a real person doing this and not stolen profile pictures. She said she had no social media despite working for a marketing company.
There were several red flags we noticed while he was talking to her, but 1 example of catching her in the lie was when my friend bought a non-refundable ticket to go visit her in London, a few days before he was going to leave she suddenly had a “family emergency” where a dear uncle of hers had died in Australia. She sent him a photo of her feet in first class which I matched to a Filipino celebrity fan account from earlier that month. Then, she even sent him a photo from a Catholic funeral in Australia. Well, the scammer messed with the wrong Catholics. She had sent a picture from a CHILDS FUNERAL, not an adults. I found the church from the photo she sent and then called the parish office confirming there was no funerals that week.
I won’t go into details of the other signs that tipped us off, but we think she’s actually Filipino and based out of Manila, Philippines. DO NOT TRUST HER.

I am feeling conflicted as I struggle to determine what is right and wrong. I have always believed in the teachings of the Bible, but I am hesitant to follow traditions that have been passed down from the church fathers for fear of eternal damnation. To clarify, I identify as a former Catholic who began to take my faith more seriously in 2020. Prior to that, I did not distinguish between Catholicism and Protestantism as I considered all Christians to be the same. It was only when I started seeking a deeper connection with God that I discovered the differences. After studying the Bible and questioning my beliefs, I concluded that practices such as praying to saints and venerating Mary as the queen of heaven were not supported by scripture. When I shared my newfound beliefs with my family, they reacted negatively, accusing me of being brainwashed by pastors and misinterpreting the teachings. Despite my efforts to study theology from various perspectives, including those of the church fathers and the reformers, I have found myself drawn to reformed theology.
I was so convinced in the RCC that I decided to enroll in the scapular promise. For those unfamiliar, it is a cloth necklace that signifies a vow made to Mary to deepen one's relationship with her. To enroll, one must seek a specific type of priest. Once enrolled, the vow is to wear the necklace forever, with conditions such as abstaining from meat on Wednesdays and Fridays, praying the liturgy of the hours in the morning, evening, and night, as well as the rosary. This decision has caused tension within my family as I have not been wearing it since leaving the church. I fear the consequences of breaking this vow, but find solace in the fact that Mary is not God, thus my vow is to no one.
My family is in turmoil and I am unable to find peace within myself. Despite my efforts to distance myself from Catholicism, I am constantly reminded of my connection to it. My sister's decision to enter a convent, my uncle being a priest, and my role as a sacristan in my parish have all contributed to the belief that I am destined to become a priest. This perception has been reinforced by the fact that my deacon even gave me his serving outfit. While I am unsure of the origins of this belief, it is not my main concern. What troubles me more is determining who is right and who is wrong in this situation. I am in desperate need of guidance and have been praying fervently for clarity, but my prayers have yet to be answered. I have sought the counsel of priests regarding my views on Mary, particularly my struggle to see her as a loving mother, queen of heaven/ spouse of the Holy Spirit However, their responses have only added to my confusion. My priest, upon hearing about my conversion to Protestantism and the impact it has had on my family, dismissed the pastors I have been following as heretics who teach false doctrines about Mary. This has left me questioning who holds the truth. Catholics claim that we are wrong, just as we claim the same about them. I feel as though I am chasing after something elusive, unsure of whether the Roman Catholic Church is based on truth or if it is all a lie. I long to find comfort in my reformed beliefs, but the fear of hell and the possibility of leaving the one true church that Christ established, if indeed it is the RCC, holds me back.

I was a western convert and this never came up with the people/communities I interacted with, but I'm curious. How are unwed pregnancies dealt with in, say, Pakistan?
Traditionally in the Christian/Western world, of course, this was seen as a terrible thing, and a man would basically be forced to marry the woman. The American term "shotgun wedding" refers to the idea that a woman's father would force the man to marry her at gunpoint. If they did wed, of course, the shame and stigma would be mostly removed, although they would still be considered adulterers in the eyes of God.
Where this didn't happen, such children, "bastards" would face many disadvantages in life, and the Catholic Church in particular ran orphanages, would recruit them into religious orders, etc. The illegitimate children of monarchs and nobles would be better taken care of and often have careers, but still usually be excluded from inheritance, etc.
Obviously now, especially with the invention of contraceptives, abortion, etc. this is less common, AND with liberalization of social norms, less stigmatized. Unmarried mothers are now the norm among African-Americans and in highly liberal Scandinavian countries. There are also some people who raise families together without ever having a formal marriage.
I just realized I have no idea how this worked or works in the Islamic world. With more gender segregation I imagine it happens less frequently, plus there are contraceptives and abortion there now too, but are/were there ever similar "shotgun marriage" norms? Is a child always acknowledged by his/her father, with expectations that he care for it?

I'm a 17-year-old discerning a religious or priestly vocation. I deeply appreciate traditional Catholicism, doctrinal orthodoxy, and the Latin Mass. However, I'm not exclusively focused on the Latin Mass; a reverently celebrated Novus Ordo, especially using Gregorian chant, Latin, and ad orientem, is also very appealing. Can you recommend some priestly societies or male religious communities in the USA that are traditional, orthodox, and strict? They can offer the Latin Mass, but my primary interest is in their traditional and orthodox nature and a good solid seminary education given the poor state of many dioscean seminaries. I would ideally like to go dioscean priest (because of the stability and the “mainstream” quality it has, and I could still see my family and friends often) but my bishop, most mass attendees, and many of the Churches in my archdiocese are leaning a bit liberal and irreverent which I don’t prefer at all. And I’ve heard that the seminaries my diocese sends to are not the best.
I understand this is reddit, not my vocations director but I would fully appreciate some general advice or recommendations of monasteries/orders/priestly societies!

Di ko talaga kayang magpakitang tao. I will say whats on my mind, no filter, even my facial expression. Madali ako maka-senses if people around me are liars and plastics. Feeling ko they're sucking my energy. Nakkapagod maging pretentious.
So dahil dito, I have few friends. Nung nalaman ko na bina backstab nila ako. Bigla ko nlng silang di kinausap at block na sa lahat ng social media accounts. I hate gossips as well. Di ako maniniwala until dun mismo sa tao galing yung info. Im not an introvert, ayoko lng makipag deal s mga tao masyado. In the end I dont have connections. At maiiwanan akong magisa for some people this could be the worst thing. I get used to it.
Kahit sa mga lalaki, I never fall for a narcissist. I just have a gut feeling na kapag sobrang yabang at exaggerated n magkwento. And I can sense na hindi sincere, may pagka sinungaling, s3x lang habol. Ghost ko na. Or di ko na ittuloy. Mabilis ako maturn off. Even small things. Alam kong walang perfect. But those things mention. I cant deal with that sh1t. Halos laht ng nabbasa ko s reddit dito nlng umiikot.
I dont have religion as well. I grew up catholic nung adult n ko tinalikuran ko na. I dont worship any deity. Di ako makarelate sa 'faith', if being honest di tlga ako nakkaramdam ng need ko mag dasal or maniwala. I even doubt if the Deity a lot of people is dealing with is for the good of humanity. Which is scary to be honest.
I want to die early like 30s to 40s yung mag bbilin nlng ako sa funeral ko. It doesnt make sense to me na mag pakapagod working and still broke. Mag kasakit na walang mag aalaga, or wlang pera. I dont like to marry and have kids. Di ko feel. Ayoko dn maging burden. At this point a lot of people are just miserable. Doing things na di nila gusto just to survive. Whats the point? Ayoko ng tumanda or umabot pa s may sakit ako and unable to work. Cycle goes on. The older you get, the sicker you get you became less valuable. Lalo if you dont have money.
I read a theory that this is a prison planet. We are just a cattle for energy source. Yung emotional energy natin na hina-harvest while we sleep. The negative the better. Tho Im not saying na puro negative they will balance it, some people feel the happiness. Yin/yang. Pero mas madaming miserable. Maybe there will be a time na malalaman natin ang totoo dito s mundo. Who knows kung kailan. Ignorance is a bliss.

Hello I am new here and in search of advice. I am a practicing Eclectic Pagan (mostly lunar magic and beliefs from Roman and Greek pantheons), and I am currently writing my will. I have a terminal illness, and while hoping for the best I must prepare for the worst. My friends and family for the most part are accepting or tolerant of my beliefs though a majority are either Christian or Agnostic. I want to include funeral/ memorial service instructions for them, but don’t know where to start or what to include. Or honestly just some things that could be added to or incorporated into a traditional service because asking for my Christian family to do a completely non traditional service is a big ask. I have always thought funerals were for the living, but I want to include ways to incorporate my beliefs into the service because it seems silly to pay for a service that doesn’t reflect me at all. Any advice would be greatly appreciated.

About two hours outside what is considered the New York City metro area, in a place just large enough to qualify as a town, is a train station. I’ve occasionally used it, taking the train into the city with friends for something like a concert or a fun weekend out when I was older. Now, at the age of eighteen and needing a job, I found myself submitting an application to work there. To my delight, the interview was straightforward and my work as a waitress seemed sufficient background in the customer service industry because I got the job without needing to jump through any hoops.
Jobs are always in short supply living in a small town, especially the variety of your options. In a big city, there are tons of businesses to choose from, but here the vast majority weren’t great. Many were labor intensive, and while I can lift fifty pounds, I’m not large by any stretch of the word and my arms wouldn’t be happy about it.
What I liked about the night shift at a train station was that I wouldn’t have to deal with too many people, but I’d have enough to keep myself occupied. Also, if any of the customers had an issue, I was the only one on staff and therefore the highest authority there. I could politely but firmly ask someone to leave if they became a problem.
The only concern I had was the list of rules that I was given when I started working there. There were rumors about working at the station at night, but I had ascribed them to the boredom of living in a small town. You make your own entertainment, lacking in things to do, and often that involves gossip and tall tales.
Nevertheless, I came in for a few hours during a day shift for training, and after my work ethic and such was met with his approval and I was officially hired, I was given a laminated sheet of paper by my boss listing what he referred to as, ‘important, special rules’.

1. An old woman will arrive at the station at 2:47 AM, she will not have enough money to pay the fare, let her in anyway. She will then board an unscheduled train at 3:00 AM. Do not attempt to turn her away under any circumstances.
2. A man in a trench coat will occasionally come to the booth to ask about trains that go to Los Angeles. Be respectful and polite to him when you explain our trains don’t go that far.
3. If a customer pays with anything other than money, no matter what it is, accept it and write down the details in the ledger.
4. A short woman with long hair will often appear at 4:30 a.m. and stand waiting for a train before leaving. Never disturb her or attempt to speak to her.
5. If the lights go out, turn on the lantern and proceed with business as normal. Do not go into the lobby for any reason.
6. It is rare, but a man dressed professionally with a suitcase sometimes comes into the station lobby and attempts to get something from one of the vending machines without paying. Allow him to get angry with the machine and don’t bother him. He will leave after a few minutes.
7. If a large group of teenagers that look dressed for a funeral enter the station, go through the motions to sell them tickets as usual even though they won’t pay. Ring up the transactions as $0.00.
8. If you start to hear the noise of a crowded station but no one is there, turn off the lights in your booth and sit on the floor. Don’t look out at the lobby. If someone attempts to get your attention, ignore them.

I’ll admit, reading over them prompted me to joke, “I like a good prank as much as the next person, but this feels like hazing.”
His facial expression didn’t change, though. My boss, the manager of the station, was a portly man with thick salt and pepper hair who always had a five o’clock shadow when I see him late at night. His wrinkly face looked deadly serious. “This isn’t hazing. I know you’ve heard the odd anecdote here or there, and I’m here to tell you that many of the things you’ve heard are true. Okay? It’s extremely important that you follow every one of these rules. I don’t care if you think they’re total bunk; act as if…as if I’m watching over your shoulder, all right?”
Considering my paycheck was riding on it, I assured him that I would do just that. For all I knew, these rules were the equivalent of musicians putting riders into their contracts to make sure the person reading it was attentive to details. If they missed something small and seemingly trivial, it was possible or even likely that they would miss something big and important. The only thing that was strange was that from midnight to 5:00 a.m., no trains ran at the station, so there shouldn’t have been any customers during that span of time.
Then, during my second shift, the woman arrived.
I’d been reading a worn paperback I’d gotten at the secondhand store, a fun sci-fi story that kept my attention and made the long hours pass more quickly. Then I was startled when she tapped on the glass, having not heard the sound of the heavy lobby door opening and shutting. “Oh, I’m sorry, can I help-”
The small digital clock on my desk read 2:47.
The woman was small and slim, her hair thin and curly with that odd purplish tint some older people go for at the salon. She was smiling, revealing a set of uncomfortable-looking dentures, and wore a summer dress with green and yellow flowers even though it was probably in the forties outside.
“Hello, dear,” she said. “I need a ticket to Albany, please.”
“Sure thing.” I glanced around the lobby, but there was no one else there. With a mental shrug, I went into the system on my computer and brought up the destination, selecting a ticket and adjusting it so the price was free. “Here you go. Have a good night,” I said with my customer-service smile.
“Thank you, dear,” she replied. She picked up a cane that I hadn’t seen, resting against the booth, and slowly made her way to the door. With surprising ease considering her slight figure, she pushed it open and went outside.
The door shut behind her, the sound of the latch echoing in the empty room, and I blew a raspberry at the unclimactic event. Then at 2:57, I made what was probably an unwise decision: I decided to go watch the woman to see if she’d left.
Coming out through the door that let me into the lobby, I then gently pressed the bar to unlatch the door that led to the platform and pushed it open. Then I slowly and quietly shut it behind me. Looking down the platform, I saw her waiting patiently for a train that would never arrive.
I made a small, contemplative sound before leaning against the wall, staring at her. I wondered if it was some sort of tradition for her, off-schedule so she wouldn’t run into anyone else. Or possibly she was senile, and some part of her brain made her come to the station for a train that had never run and never would. That was unlikely, I figured, since a senile old woman wouldn’t, or at least shouldn’t, be allowed to go to a train station on her own.
Then came the moment I was waiting for: 3:00 a.m. The large analog clock on the platform showed the time and as soon as the minute hand reached the twelve, the woman moved. Walking steadily forward, she got closer and closer to the edge of the platform, and I became more and more concerned. When she was two feet from the edge, I worriedly called out, “Ma’am!” but she didn’t falter her pace. Immediately, my pace grew faster, and when her right foot lifted and made to set down on empty air, my voice was panicked as I repeated, “Ma’am! Stop!”
She did, slowly turning to look at me. To my utter shock, it appeared that she was standing on nothing, putting half her body weight and her cane on a floor that wasn’t there. But that didn’t keep my attention for long. I’d stumbled to a stop when she had come to a halt, and I was a good twenty feet away from her, but from that distance it looked like there was something wrong with her eyes. There was no color to the iris and no white around them. They were completely black.
“Excuse me?” she rumbled.
Something in her tone sent a shiver down my spine and made the hairs on the back of my neck prickle as if an icy wind had struck me. I found myself instinctively stammering, “Sorry,” and staring at her in shock. Frozen in place, the seconds ticked by, and then she finally turned her gaze forward and away from me, and I felt like a physical weight had been lifted. Then she took two more steps into empty air and disappeared.
I stood there staring at the spot where she’d vanished for a good minute, going over everything that had happened, and feeling like I’d dodged a bullet. That’s when I realized I’d technically broken the rule. Do not attempt to turn her away under any circumstances. Telling her to stop walking was a violation. Perhaps it was my reflexive apology that saved me from her wrath, if there were indeed repercussions to breaking the rule.
Finally, I slowly turned and walked back inside, unlocking the door to the booth with the key on my belt and returning to my seat. Sitting in the silence that now felt eerie, I went over what had happened in my head several times. Was she a ghost? A demon? Something else? I had no idea. But I found myself questioning if the job was worth the risk if these sorts of things happened often.
Then again, I had the list of rules. All I needed to do was follow them, right? It was possible that I’d almost made an extreme mistake that night, but everything had worked out in the end. Now I knew that the rules I’d been given were entirely serious. So, I took in and let out a long breath, picked up my book, and started reading where I’d left off.
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I am going to try to make this as short as possible. I recently converted to being a Catholic, completely of my own choosing and because there are so many things I love about the faith. I had been identifying as a more lesbian leaning bisexual for many years prior, and honestly, I thought I could turn on my "straightness" and just...Be straight! It really is NOT working (women are more attractive than ever actually 😳), and honestly, neither is pretending to be so right wing (I am VERY Libertarian). I am open minded and loving and this whole, "gay hate"...is so hurtful! My whole life at the moment is being surrounded by these girls that are straight AF and incredibly churchy (all 25-40 year old women), and this whole lifestyle has really worked for me for the last two years, however, now that I am immersed in it and confirmed, I am finding myself very unhappy. There is more backstabbing than I expected (this was very hidden before), and for a group that is supposed to not lie, these girls sure do avoid the truth like the plague at times (radio silence to questions, or subject changes to whatever they don't want to answer 🙄). I feel like I need to take space and do soul searching at this point in my life, but my roommate just got confirmed into the Catholic Church too, and she wants to stay roommates at whatever new place I end up living in a few months, even after our lease ends. I have a feeling that I need to live alone when that happens, just to get my bearings and become who I am supposed to be (I am a mid-30s female, and she is a 29 year old female), but she talks about us living together at a new place often. She does not know about my romantic past (IDK if she would live with me at all if she knew I had dated women previously, based off of comments she has made, as well as her frequently just running around in her sports bra). My job just offered for me to manage a new location we are opening in a different area as well, which will mean a raise and being able to afford living alone. What can I do to get my life back on track and my mind back to being 100% mine again? Have any of you been down this route before? I’ve considered going traditional Anglican instead (essentially the same, but ok with being gay and priests can get married), but, I’m also autistic, and making friends is really really hard for me. It took me a LONG time to open up to this group of ladies, and there’s a lot that I really do like about each of them (there’s five of them). Suggestions are appreciated.
TL:DR: became a Catholic and having some doubts/regrets. Need to get my head figured out. Any suggestions?

Generally speaking, if someone's will is specific to instructions for their burial—and those things are not done by the executor, what happens or could happen?
I see this question a lot, and wondering if ashes aren't spread in a location specified by the deceased, or spread at all, or someone who dies is a Protestant and gets a Catholic funeral—what is the recourse typically to the executor?
Money is all clear and tangible when something wrong is done. Since money's measurable and a physical thing, it's easily discussed. But once someone's buried or cremated wrongly by the executor can or what could even happen? Is the will voided? Does the executor get a fine? Would heirs file a lawsuit? Or is it just an 'oh well...bummer'?
I'm sure it varies state by state, but I'm sure generally certain things are changed, but what happens or what happened in your instance if it happened to someone (or if you were the executor—what and why did you change it, and what happened to you?)

Requesting historical Catholic answers mainly
I (21F) Got into an argument w a catholic friend (24M) about this a few times and the obvious reason is tradition. Men’s religion obviously puts men in charge based off of of male mythology and it’s written doctrine (which mind you… has only been written by men, ain’t that funny).
His answer boiled down to it just is …
I avoid saying it to avoid heated arguments but like what because they have a dick? If it’s not biological, then what is it spiritually that makes them more worthy (which he denies it implies women are worthless and isn’t sexist).
UNDENIABLY excluding someone from authority means one party is more worthy. But we settled that knowing separate but equal is bs.
Edit: I also wanted to mention two main arguments. Men are the most sinful creatures on this goddamn earth statistically, so why does god trust them to hold such important and high positions?
I also started reading Christian feminist history and in early Christianity/Judaism women were priests and was much more “progressive” and when the Romans absorbed early Christianity it started to reflect their sexist and capitalist mindsets. But it is called the RCC so I guess they love that.
So yeah would also love to hear your personal stories of other catholic responses.

Hi guys, I grew up going to Orthodox church and the traditions are slightly different from the ones in a Catholic church. Now I live in France, and I’m trying to understand the denominations better (I used to have a Protestant phase) and trying to make a decision where to get baptized (whether ☦️ whether ✝️).
Yesterday I went to my first Catholic mass and I noticed that when people enter the church they go down on one knee and do the Cross sign from left to right (and every time they’re passing by the statue). Also during the Mass people were kneeling. I wasn’t kneeling or saying anything, I was just standing and sitting and trying to understand what’s going on. I was a little nervous, but everything was fine.
Is kneeling obligatory during the Mass and is it embarrassing and weird if I won’t do it, I don’t feel comfortable doing it yet. Also when I enter the church can I just do the Cross without kneeling? I’m scared people will think I’m weird and will judge me if I won’t do it.
Thanks 🙏🏼

i heard some statements from Whatifalthist in the newest video. and I will say some of what he said about Europe.
(America has a significant military whilst nearly no one in Europe does)
My opinion: ok fair enough, although no one is exaggerated and we are extremely weak in comparison to the USA but our militaries could do ok against some Asian countries, as well as African and South American countries from what i believe.
(their political institutions are Totally unsustainable)
My opinion: yeah some institutions aren’t the best at dealing with Populism and can get too bureaucratic but I mean I am still able to work and do other activities as well as be with friends and family.
(Europe needs violence to reset)
My opinion: wait what? How does me getting killed or punched help me? It would maybe have been better to say that Europe needs harshness to gain toughness but downright violence? I don’t see how mass fighting or death would help me and my family and country.
(Northern Europe is literally trying to commit civilizational suicide through mass migration or climate focused Degrowth)
My opinion: my country Denmark is committing Civilization suicide? The only country normally talked about amongst those countries in terms of Migration from European experts are Sweden and I am not sure about civilization suicide. And while we focus on Climate Change I don’t think we Willingly tries to do Degrowth.
(Europe as a coherent force will lose and become unstable, Nihilistic, and poor.)
My Opinion: Yeah I agree with Unstable.
But Nihilistic? Majority of Europe is Christians at least culturally and follow Protestant and catholic and orthodox cultural traditions. Even if they are fairly lenient. What is his obsession with everything becoming nihilistic? Does he even know what that means? As someone who shortly in my life was nihilistic in the past, that is certainly not what I see around me, many people are very engaged in many things, people seem happy and emotional enough, it’s not all doom or gloom, we aren’t harkonnens. If we were totally nihilistic we would probably fall into mass violence.
Also as for Poor, just look at lists of our current economies or forecasts for our future economy, while yes we might get Poorer than in the past we still are either fairly middle or high in most lists. I don’t see us becoming poor in the way that we can’t make a living in the future, and I don’t think I need to evaluate, even if we are getting older we still have experts in economy to guide us or keep us in check, and we have enough will to work. I don’t even think we have any countries compared to poor countries like North Korea or Somalia and we probably won’t have in the next 50 years at least.
how much Validity are there to his claims in your opinions? Especially from you people from Europe like me?

The Catholic Church says that apostolic traditions in the New Testament must be followed and claims that 1 Corinthians 2-7 is an apostolic tradition, so why is it that the practice of men praying with their heads uncovered is still required and followed in churches but not the head covering of women when praying in Mass anymore since the majority of western Catholic women no longer wear a head covering when praying.

I'm a 17-year-old discerning a Catholic religious or priestly vocation. I deeply appreciate traditional Catholicism, doctrinal orthodoxy, and the Latin Mass. However, I'm not exclusively focused on the Latin Mass; a reverently celebrated Novus Ordo, especially using Gregorian chant, Latin, and ad orientem, is also appealing. Can you recommend some priestly societies or male religious communities in the USA that are traditional, orthodox, and strict? They can offer the Latin Mass, but my primary interest is in their traditional and orthodox nature and a good solid seminary education given the poor state of many dioscean seminaries. I would really like to go dioscean priest but my bishop, most mass attendees, and many of the Churches in my diocese are liberal and irreverent which I don’t prefer. And I’ve heard that the seminaries my diocese sends to are not the best.
I understand this is reddit, not my vocations director but I would fully appreciate some general advice or recommendations of monasteries/orders/priestly societies !

what are the silver and gold beads placed in the mouth after death called? i cant find anything about these online and it’s driving me insane