The change

At 6:02 p.m., Sunday, September 23, 2007, I became an old fogey.

I actually noticed the last tumbler fall into place. I observed myself transition from the judgment, "I do not like bongos at Mass," to, "These bongos are an affront to my parish."

At that very moment, I realized I'd crossed a line. I don't think there's any turning back. For me, on the matter of bongos at Mass in my suburban American parish, there can be no more "not my thing."

Now the only question is whether I live out my life in charity or in bitterness.

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