The new liturgy strikes

(1967 December 5)

I must say a few words about the new liturgy which struck us Sunday, first in Advent. We had had instructions in class, so knew what was coming and did much talking beforehand on trying to make the best of things. Yet as the service went on, poor Daddy looked so bad. I bled for him - he was so sad, partly angry, very let down and heart broken. At last he leaned over and whispered, "Polly, I find I cannot after all take Communion today." I just said all right and we both stayed in our pews. I don't know what the sequel will be.