More at home...

We will be moving sometime, soonish or laterish..
Looking for something else, I keep coming back to this essay by the late great Dietrich Hildebrand.
Presenting the Case for the OF by way of ACTUALLY Making the Case for the EF, (neither of which terms existed at the time of the article's writing)
I feel I must reiterate, I'm not primarily interested in the EF -- but in some circumstances, that is really the only choice one has. As I've posted before, I apparently don't have rightful aspirations to a well conducted, reverent OF, that respects the sacredness of the activities and the space and the purpose, or at least none that need be answered by anyone in charge...
Most of TcurrentPTB, at least at the middle-management level that really drives the engine, has no interest in steering a middle course, that is, Reform of the Reform, leaving the reverent with no recourse but to join the Trad team.
(Why no "common ground?" Where is Cdl Bernardin when you need him?;o))
In the past the faithful attended mass in personal isolation, each worshipper making his private devotions, or at best following the proceedings in his missal. Today the faithful can grasp the social character of the celebration; they are learning to appreciate it as a community meal. Formerly, the priest mumbled in a dead language, which created a barrier between priest and people. Now everyone speaks in English, which tends to unite priest and people with one another. In the past the priest said mass with his back to the people, which created the mood of an esoteric rite. Today, because the priest faces the people, the mass is a more fraternal occasion. In the past the priest intoned strange medieval chants. Today the entire assembly sings songs with easy tunes and familiar lyrics, and is even experimenting with folk music. The case for the new mass, then, comes down to this: it is making the faithful more at home in the house of God. [emphasis mine]
Today, this seeking of domestic comfort was on display at a funeral... not my parish, I was just a hired gun.
Music choices less than ideal, but we managed to make the B'way anthem sound plausibly sacred.
No, that wasn't the problem.
The hearse driver and I had a very heart-felt conversation during one of the acts (after the magician, before the trained poodles?)
When Himself and I were on the road we became astonished at the variety of situation in which one could find oneself, at the sheer number of variables in apartment living whihc had never occurred to either of us before.
We were compiling quite a list of things to take into consideration when we settled in one place on a long-term basis (all of which became moot when we became homeowners instead.)
Anyway, the hearse driver agreed with my idea that before registering in a new parish one could ask simply what the parish practice and policy was on eulogies at funerals.
It would tell you most of what you need to know...
Today we sat through a long one, full of jokes and poetry and heartfelt testimonials, by someone who very pointedly "worked the crowd," finally ambling up into the sanctuary, with nary an indication that he realized it was sacred space, or even what an altar or tabernacle are; who hitched up his trousers and leaned one elbow on the ambo to deliver the rest of his monologue.
Yes, I think I'd want to know the answer to that before either registering or seeking employment at a Catholic Church.