I dropped it off in a colleague's mailbox last night. Had I been able to give it to her in person, it would have been my maternal grandmother's old rosary. But I wasn't taking any chances. What has been handed over was held out in the open, shortly before the final blessing, when people were given the opportunity to have objects of devotion blessed "en masse" (get it?) by the Holy Father himself.

The music was very well done, and made for good performance. As an act of worship, it was a bit of a hodge-podge, presumedly to underscore the "diversity" of American Catholics. There are those who would eschew this approach to such a degree (myself among them), in favor of the unitive approach of Gregorian chant as actually called for by the Second Vatican Council (if anyone takes the time to read what the Council said instead of just yammering about it). But it makes for a colorful event just the same. I heard petitions in English, Spanish, Korean, Vietnamese, Tagalog, and Igbo.
I also heard a Zimbabwean call to worship during the prelude. I don't get it.
Then there were these songleaders after Communion wearing what appeared to be stoles draped loosely on the left shoulder. I've seen that at St Aloysius on North Capitol Street, a Jesuit parish, wouldn't you know. Somebody wanna tell me what's that about? Is that like a "semi-priest" thing or whatever?
Fortunately, they were followed by Placido Domingo singing "Panis Angelicus." And on that cheery note, "Ite, missa est."
[THIS JUST IN: Blow-by-blow commentary from the indefatigable Father Z.]
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