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Hope_Philomena
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Last night I asked for prayers, for I was going to attend my first Catholic Mass in the morning. I am back from Mass now, and I thought I might share my thoughts, as well as questions (questions and comments that may seem silly, I’m not sure)
I wore a long skirt to the service in order to be modest. But when I got there, I saw that most people were in skinny jeans! It made me feel out of place
The music was very beautiful, and I think that was my favorite part. All the other churches I’ve been to play standard Christian pop/rock with people jumping up and down with their hands raised. The hymns and the organ made it seem much more sacred, which I enjoyed immensely.
I was worried that I would be the youngest person there (17 in a month
) but there were many young families and I did spot a few teenagers. It overall seemed very mixed rather than just one age group.
It was strange having to stand up then sit down, stand up then sit down. I have never experienced that before. Everyone seemed to know exactly when to stand, when to sit, when to pull out things from under the pews to kneel on.
Sometimes the priest would be speaking and then the whole church would say something softly in unison, and I didn’t speak at those points since I wasn’t sure what they were saying. I was pretty proud of myself when I was able to recite the Lord’s Prayer with all of them, since I know that prayer.
It was a bit hard to keep up with what (I think) the priest was saying. I sort of understood the message he was getting across, but his sermon was actually quite short. This is strange for me, since in the Protestant churches I have been to the order has been: “Sing four songs, listen to pastor talk for an hour, go eat lunch”
The people seemed welcoming, but nobody actually spoke to me directly. I felt more out of place because I could see the community was rather tight knit. Everyone was quiet before the service, and when it ended everyone quickly exited the sanctuary area and mingled a bit. They all seemed to have their own circles.
I had an embarrassing moment where I lingered near the priest after the service, waiting to speak to him perhaps, as this was suggested by some. He was talking to a man that he seemed to know very well, and they were laughing and patting each other’s backs. Then the priest glanced at me and said “I’ll be back in a moment.” I smiled and stood in the corner waiting for him. Nobody payed me any mind, and perhaps I should have gone up to people but I am terribly shy… The priest was still talking to the man and now the man’s family. When the man left, another woman immediately came up to him and spoke to him for a long while as I stood there awkwardly. He went into another room, came back out, finished speaking to the woman. And then he left again, so I just decided to go assuming he had forgotten or was too busy.
Now, I know the priest must be busy of course! It just embarrassed me a bit
I was in there on my own (family is not religious, and my boyfriend dropped me off because he gets uncomfortable in churches) and the environment was quite foreign.
I apologize for this being so long. Overall, the service itself seemed very holy and I enjoyed it very much. I just felt out of place and alone.
Should I visit another Catholic church next weekend to see if I find the congregation more welcoming? Or is it going to be like that everywhere? Also, what were those phrases the congregation kept saying?
I wore a long skirt to the service in order to be modest. But when I got there, I saw that most people were in skinny jeans! It made me feel out of place
The music was very beautiful, and I think that was my favorite part. All the other churches I’ve been to play standard Christian pop/rock with people jumping up and down with their hands raised. The hymns and the organ made it seem much more sacred, which I enjoyed immensely.
I was worried that I would be the youngest person there (17 in a month
It was strange having to stand up then sit down, stand up then sit down. I have never experienced that before. Everyone seemed to know exactly when to stand, when to sit, when to pull out things from under the pews to kneel on.
Sometimes the priest would be speaking and then the whole church would say something softly in unison, and I didn’t speak at those points since I wasn’t sure what they were saying. I was pretty proud of myself when I was able to recite the Lord’s Prayer with all of them, since I know that prayer.
It was a bit hard to keep up with what (I think) the priest was saying. I sort of understood the message he was getting across, but his sermon was actually quite short. This is strange for me, since in the Protestant churches I have been to the order has been: “Sing four songs, listen to pastor talk for an hour, go eat lunch”
The people seemed welcoming, but nobody actually spoke to me directly. I felt more out of place because I could see the community was rather tight knit. Everyone was quiet before the service, and when it ended everyone quickly exited the sanctuary area and mingled a bit. They all seemed to have their own circles.
I had an embarrassing moment where I lingered near the priest after the service, waiting to speak to him perhaps, as this was suggested by some. He was talking to a man that he seemed to know very well, and they were laughing and patting each other’s backs. Then the priest glanced at me and said “I’ll be back in a moment.” I smiled and stood in the corner waiting for him. Nobody payed me any mind, and perhaps I should have gone up to people but I am terribly shy… The priest was still talking to the man and now the man’s family. When the man left, another woman immediately came up to him and spoke to him for a long while as I stood there awkwardly. He went into another room, came back out, finished speaking to the woman. And then he left again, so I just decided to go assuming he had forgotten or was too busy.
Now, I know the priest must be busy of course! It just embarrassed me a bit
I apologize for this being so long. Overall, the service itself seemed very holy and I enjoyed it very much. I just felt out of place and alone.
Should I visit another Catholic church next weekend to see if I find the congregation more welcoming? Or is it going to be like that everywhere? Also, what were those phrases the congregation kept saying?