Once upon a time there was a devout and pious organist.
At catechism and in the parish they had talked to him a lot about the Second Vatican Council and its importance for the Catholic Church.
Then, seeing that he was so devout and pious, he began to study carefully all the documents that he had learned almost by heart.
Naturally he was particularly interested in the provisions on sacred music, which he had learned so well that not even many priests could rival him.
As he grew in age, wisdom and grace, he tried to put his talents to good use and went to Father John’s parish. Father John told him: "in our parish no Gregorian chant!". The poor organist did not understand and asked why and was told that they were not a pre-conciliar parish. The poor organist wanted to tell Father John that in reality the Council had recommended the use of Gregorian chant, but the priest got very angry and chased him away.
Then he went to the parish of Father Francis who told him: "in this parish no polyphony!". He asked why and was told that they were doing what was asked from the Council. Yet he remembered well the documents that said the opposite and timidly tried to point it out, but even here the priest became furious and chased him away.
So he went to Father Andrew’s parish and decided to be clever; to get the coveted job he would have dissociated himself from himself and behaved like a schizophrenic. Father Andrew welcomed him by saying: "in this parish..." but he didn't let him finish and said in one breath: "I hate the pipe organ, I can't stand those who pretend to sing in Latin, I want to play the electric guitar at Mass !”. Now that he had told them what they wanted to hear, the job had to be his.
Father Andrew looked at him a little mortified and almost apologetically said: "I was saying, in this parish we need an organist for weddings". Then the poor organist left and instead of studying Church documents he began to study psychiatry.
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