I grew up in the 1960’s in Catholic School. Masses were in Latin only. I was a friggin’ alter boy for years. Handle the incense cooker during benedictions. Knew my Catholicism inside and out. I was the kind of kid that would ask the nuns if it was a sin if you missed mass on Sunday because you were on a ship that crossed the international dateline? In the 1960s, it was taught that transubstantiation was real and physical. I had to ring the bells at mass at the exact moment that it happened. I was told that only fully ordained priests had this magical power. (I didn’t believe a word of it but I did ring the bells on time.)
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