I came across this totally by accident while reading a blog entry on the history of a Los Angeles suburb, written apparently by a non-Catholic. He gives his impressions upon experiencing his first Catholic liturgy (in 2007):
If you’ve never been to a Catholic ceremony, you probably wrongly assume (as I used to), that there’s scary hushed chanting in Latin, ominous hooded figures, incense and peppermints and statues of Jesus crying real blood.
But sadly, no. There’s merely unenthusiastic and unintelligible mumbling, scary sweater-clad figures, acoustic guitars and churchgoers crying real tears of boredom. Catholicism is now like an exaggerated stereotype of the blandest version of Protestantism.
Note that he says “sadly”. Like the writer, I’ll take Latin, incense and hooded robes any day.