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johnstown_johnn
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It almost appears like the dance and CD music is only a prelude to reciting poertry. I’ve heard of COSTUMES being worn in some parishes…like a mouse character and other characters sooted for a Disney Parade. How does all this show worship to God?I understand how you feel. My school used to do them with the 7th and 8th grade girls dressed in white robes dancing in their bare feet to taped music. I fortunately never had to do it. It looked silly then, but it didn’t really bother me one way or the other at that time.
I’m usually respectful and quiet when I have had to visit other parishes due to traveling, etc. Only two times did I actually had sort of mini panic attacks due to the music. My husband and I were dating at the time and had decided to attend mass at my home parish. This particular mass had a rock band. The music was so loud, overbearing, with the congregation applauding after communion. I tried so hard to concentrate on prayer, but my heart kept racing, my head spinning and my body felt like it was being plunged down into some negative abyss. I couldn’t get up to receive communion. It was like I was frozen stiff. During the applause, I told my husband that I had to leave. He was more than willing to leave as well. We ended up attending mass at his parish 15 minutes away.
The other time was last year when I went to visit family in Virginia. We attended mass at my aunt’s parish. We had unfortunately started late and got there right when the procession was happening. The music at least wasn’t a rock band, but something about it made me panic. I got physically sick and couldn’t go in and had to stay outside in the vestibule. The other thing was that they had ushers that would usher latecomers in like it was at a classical music concert - you know when you are asked to wait until the music ends and then you can enter so to not disturb the musicians? They were doing that there as well, so that might have added to my physical ailment. Anyway, I felt horriable that I got this visceral reaction to it, but my body and my soul literally could not enter that place and I had no control over it. I had to attend mass somewhere else. It was so strange. I guess it’s because music is so important to me in a spiritual sense for my prayer life. Usually, I can sit through bad music, though, but those two times my body and my sould just couldn’t got through it. I didn’t want to share it with my aunt because I knew she loves to go to mass there, but my husband and parents knew about it and they thankfully understood.