This Old Church
Confessions of a guitar-Mass Catholic
I
grew up in the 1960s and ‘70s in western suburban Cincinnati, where my
Catholic identity took shape at Our Lady of Victory Parish. My mother
almost always attended high Mass early on Sundays, but my dad and I
usually went to the guitar Mass later in the morning. The first floor of
our parish’s recently constructed school building functioned as a
temporary “new” church, where most liturgies were held, but our pastor
decided that the soon-to-be-condemned, 100-year-old gothic church was
the more appropriate venue for the Masses with guitar-playing hippies.
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