When you go to Mass on Sundays, do you shop around? Thirty years ago, that question would have struck most Catholics as bizarre, even in poor taste. They supported their local parish, even if they didn’t feel terribly comfortable there.
If they “shopped around”, it was only between Masses, not churches. They might go to the 10 o’clock because it was a folk Mass and they liked “Colours of Day”. (Note to younger readers: there was a time when some people genuinely enjoyed singing that stuff, whose jazzy harmonies they found excitingly “edgy”. They thought Russ Abbot’s Madhouse was edgy, too. A different world.)
