The Priest assures us that the new words are meant to make the Mass more beautiful. He tells us that the words are inspired by God. The Priest tells us that we’re not moving back; we’re moving forward. The priest tells us we should feel happy about these changes.
But the Priest does not know that I feel like a puppet mouthing these words unknown people are telling me to say. I do not know for certain how long I can continue to act in their performance. I cannot force my mouth to profess things my mind does not believe.
Do I betray the church by refusing to open my mouth? Or do I betray myself by opening it and letting the words escape?This post was written in response to a prompt from Trifecta, in which I was to write a post from 33 to 333 words incorporating the third definition of betray, as found on the Trifecta website.
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Labels: Creative non-fiction, Trifecta