Sunday Mass at Assumption, Wildwood Crest. Space-age building obviously originally for the old religion. The usual: this setting with Benedict the Great's reform on top of '70s-'80s Novus Ordo. Small-c charismatic African priest, arm-waving cantrix with her heart in the right place, probably not knowing that what she's doing isn't liturgical, alternating organ and piano (ew), Lucia Fest altar girls in albs (no altar boys), and a squad of Eucharistic ministers. Thanks to the recent reform, it's orthodox in spite of the problems; it is the Mass. But the problems are jarring when you're not used to them. The message: general Christian moral uplift. What struck me was this vacation town got a good-sized congregation even for this. They don't buy the kumbaya stuff; they're just doing what Catholics have always done, because it's the Mass and thus good for their souls.
Irish Weekend (St. Patrick's Day II) in North Wildwood. I wasn't the only local Catholic who didn't get to see the Pope.
I will probably have a serious post about Pope Francis' visit to Philadelphia once I get caught up on what I missed.