Yippee, I'm a Catholic!

Wahoo!  One hell of a paragraph from Eugene Cullen Kennedy, in the midst of a carnival of extended metaphors:

Catholics choose an atmosphere for the Eucharist that celebrates rather than denigrates them. They do not bring some one-size-fits all appetite for watered down New Age broth or for the stale bread and worse, menus written in the no longer intelligible language of another age. Instead, they express the specific spiritual hungers that arise from their individual experiences of loss and of their personal longings to be filled.

Absolutely.  But what’s this “atmosphere for the Eucharist that celebrates rather than denigrates them”?  Meaning Catholics in attendance.  The Eucharist celebrates the worshipers?  I thought it was the other way around.

Or is it the atmosphere that does the celebrating?  Hey, I’ve been in atmospheres I’d like to celebrate — “What is so rare as a day in June?” comes to mind — but I’ve never met one that celebrates me, though my seventy-fifth birthday party was a lot of fun.

As for being denigrated, the heck with that.  I’m against it.