St. Michael’s Hospital in Toronto holds a special place in my heart. I was born there, but more importantly, it’s where my mother lived for many years in the old residence on Shuter Street. She attended nursing school there in the 1930s and cared for my “Giddo” (grandfather). When he learned she was Lebanese—her parents having immigrated to Fredericton, New Brunswick, from Mount Lebanon—he invited her to dinner a few blocks away, and that’s where she met my dad. He was under instruction to "walk her home."
She attended Mass, no doubt prayed many rosaries in this charming chapel and looked up at these stained-glass windows.
Here is the view sometime after the "alleged" implementation of the Second Vatican Council, which never instructed this abomination:
Aside from the liturgical destruction of a sacred space, where was the respect for the architectural design and integrity? Look at the lights and the wretched carpet covering a beautifully crafted terrazzo floor.
At least a more recent photo shows the carpet gone.
Nothing in the documents of the Second Vatican Council and no Pope ever ordered this destruction.
The next time we are called "you people" or accused of "ruining the Church" or told that Gregorian chant is not to be sung, or Latin is not to be used, ask them, "When are you going to accept Vatican II?"
