Was it quiet on Calvary before they drove the nails into Jesus’s hands and feet?
Forgive me and the cantor for practicing yesterday. I got off work at 3:30, drove to a school to rehearse with a group of teenagers who are in a contest in a few weeks, then I drove over the church and made it by 4:45 for a 5:30Mass. The cantor is someone that I have only played for once, so we don’t know each other’s “mannerisms.” She didn’t know the Psalm or the Lenten Mass parts, so we had to practice them. I didn’t know two of the hymns, and we decided to change them to something more familiar to the congregation (with the priest’s permission). The order of the liturgy was slightly different due to the Distribution of Blessed Ashes, and Father walked over to explain things to us.
What were we supposed to do? Write notes to each other instead of “chatting?”
What exactly would YOU tell us to do? Just “wing it?” Never. As it was, BOTH of us messed up hymns, and the priest and the altar boy got their wires crossed at one point.
You know, Mass doesn’t just materialize out of the spiritual world and float into earthly existence like some kind of apparition. It involves REAL flesh and blood people and real earthly activities.
The instrumentalist and cantor don’t just know all the songs from the moment of earth’s creation. People need to have written down schedules and need to study and review what is written down and sometimes make changes. Someone has to turn on the heat, adjust the fans, find out what that clacking noise is down in the boiler room, turn on the lights, test out the sound system, fix the sound system when it squeals, etc.
We’re human beings and we make noise just by living and moving. During the Mass last night, when I set my book down, I accidentally crashed my arm into the keys and the congregation got treated to a dissonant chordal sequence. Sorry about that, but that’s what clumsy humans do.
If all of us who are involved with presenting you with a Mass didn’t prepare, you would have a very sorry Mass. It doesn’t just happen. It doesn’t just materialize. The musicians have lives outside of Mass and must often wait until the last minute to rehearse.
Again, I ask you and all the rest of us to remember that Golgotha was NOT a quiet place, and yet our Lord prayed.
I’m sorry to be so crabby and grouchy, but honestly, I am having a very hard time with Christians who can’t tolerate anything except their way. Can’t we all just put up with each other and accept all our human limitations? We’ll die soon enough, won’t we, and then we’ll have the peace of heaven to hopefully look forward to.