Peace be with you!
The worst Mass I’ve been to was one of those “Life Teen” Masses. The music was so loud (complete with drums) that you could barely hear the words. Even at the Responsorial Psalm they had rock-type music with drums and we could barely hear the Psalm being sung. My friend genuflected at communion and then stood to recieve on her tongue with her hands folded and the EMHC started to bless her! My friend had to tell the EMHC that she recieves and then was simply handed the host…no “Body of Christ” and anything!
The two altar servers were dressed like they were going to the mall with their friends. The ushers the same, and one of the young men that was ushering was wearing big sunglasses while doing it! The congregation (adults included) were all swaying to the music.
The Homily was a visiting priest asking for donations for 15-20 minutes without even trying to relate it to the Gospel message. It was announced at the end of Mass that one of the young ladies in the choir had graduated high school that year and was going to work as an intern for Sen. Ron Wyden! If you’re not from Oregon, he’s one of our senators and one of the biggest abortion supporters in the country. At that point the congregation and the priests all applauded.
All in all, I didn’t even feel like I had been to Mass; I felt like I had been to a Protestant service…and all my friends that were with me agreed.
The best Masses I’ve been to are as follows:
My cousin’s wedding this past July. It was at St. Aloysuis Church on the Gonzaga campus in Spokane (if you’ve never seen it it’s one of the most beautiful churches I’ve ever been in in this country) and my uncle said the Mass. It was all very reverant. My uncle sang most of the prayers and there were two other priests and a deacon…and two or three altar servers. We sang the Kyrie. Most of the songs were in Latin and we did the Litany of the Saints during the Presentation to Our Lady and Saint Joseph. It was a great Mass all around.
Just last month my Newman club had a retreat and went to Mass at Mt. Angel Abby (a Benedictine monastary). All the priests in the monastary/seminary con-celebrated the Mass and the choir was all monks and seminarians. A nun was playing the organ and other than that there no other instruments. We sang the Kyrie. All the songs were in English, but they were old traditional hymns and sung beautifully by the monks. The celebrant priest had an excellent homily and related an old Arthurian poem to the Gospel message. The church there is amazing too–the congregation is seperated from the altar by the standing places (I forget the name of them) where the monks chant their vespers. There are many statues and icons in the church (in fact, my Orthodox friend who was with us said she felt “right at home” because of all the icons!). They also burned incense through the Mass. The cantor for the Responsorial Psalm was amazing too.
FInally, another favorite Mass was the Latin Mass at Holy Rosary Church here in Portland. It was my first one and I was excited for it. At the beginning of Mass, you could smell the incense and see it drifting up the isle. At this point the church was completely silent. Then a single bell rung once and the congregation stood. Slow, acapella Latin chanting started from the choir loft and the priest and six altar boys came down the isle. The priest went around the altar with the incense and then began the Mass (the only thing I didn’t like is that he did the sign of the cross in English and not Latin).
The Our Father was sung in Latin and so was the Creed. With the Creed, however, the choir sang a line and then the congregation did, and it went back and forth. We sang the Kyrie with all the notes drawn out for a long time. The communion rail was used and there were two priests distributing communion. Some of the women and girls were wearing lace veils for the Mass. It was probably the most beautiful Mass I’ve been too because of the Latin and the chanting. All the singing was acapella and an organ played the closing hymn. Holy Rosary does a Dominican High Mass (in Gregorian chant) on Holy Days, so I’m going to have to go check one of those out.
In Christ,
Rand