The great majority of our parishes have a group of miserable women who run everything.
The bear gives a great example of how they conduct themselves:
Convert mom. Two kids. She brings doughnuts. One of the old people (who make up the bulk of the Bear's dying parish) bitches at her, saying, "It's not doughnut Sunday."
The oldest kid says, "Why don't we go to the Vine. People are nice there and they have doughnuts every Sunday."
Good question. They have better music, better sermons, you never hear a word about global warming, everybody's friendly and they have freaking doughnuts every freaking Sunday. And most of their congregation does not consist of old jerks.
Doughnuts every Sunday? The Bear's so there.
This has nothing to do with doctrine, Vatican II or Pope Francis, It has everything to do with a dysfunctional parish driving people to a Protestant chain congregation. The Bear's parish is so hollow and so doomed. And the Bear does not care. The future does not lie with the Laurence Welk generation.
Anyone who wants to help is, frankly, abused. They don't want help. They want to sit in their sand castle as the tide rolls in.
A shining example of why young families don't feel comfortable or welcome.