Many people wore red, one occasion when my son and I could dress in identical red polo shirts without him dying of embarrassment at the very idea. (My crucifix peeked out from the placket according to my earlier resolution to display it because some people don't always.) An elderly, but spry former dance instructor and a young lady tastefully and gently wafted red banners over the congregation in an evocation of the descent of the Holy Spirit. The homily was about "going beyond your comfort zone" in service to the Church, which the Bear thought was appropriate for Pentecost.
There was not a peep about ecumenism or interfaith dialog. From now on the Bear will simply call that combo what it is: indifferentism.
No, this is clearly not a TLM, but as Novus Ordo masses go, the Bear can't complain.
Here is another article on the we-know-it's-wrong-which-is-why-Fr. Pizzaballa-is-taking-such-pains-to-make-it-clear-it-is-just-some-guys-praying-each-by-themselves-together fandango at the Vatican.
But getting to say "Fr. Pizzaballa" almost makes the Bear forget about it in the warm glow of Pentecost.
the co-equal "Great Abrahamic Religions" of Judaism, and its two offshoots, Christianity and Islam