I have just been sent a magazine about music in church.
Its front cover offers, all unwittingly, exactly the image of church that is most dreary and repellent to the young.
A small group of plump cheery ladies, not young, looking rather pleased with themselves,stand, wearing their best frocks, at a lectern in the sanctuary. They look as though they have just come from a chatty lunch at Peter Jones or a weekly grocery-shop at Waitrose. They are about to sing at us. One has her hand lightly raised, in that gesture such ladies use when indicating that you must now sing the refrain of a psalm at her direction.
The message is: Mass is about middle-class ladies who want you watch them as they sing. They are in charge of things.
It absolutely sums up a notion of the Mass that is utterly at variance with the great reality of Christ's redemptive action and our call to worship him. It reduces the whole glory of the Mass to a ladies coffee-morning.
A more effective way of saying "DON'T COME TO MASS; IT LOOKS LIKE THIS!" could scarcely be imagined.