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Back in March, I had major surgery to repair my ankle after a broken posterior tibial tendon. I spent twelve weeks off work at home, and a lot of that time was spent on CAF.
During that time, I got into several disturbing (to me) discussions about music and Mass. At one point, I was so upset that I was considering never playing at Mass again.
You see, I was born and raised evangelical Protestant, and I play piano “gospel” style. I am a very good pianist, and if the song is classical, I will adapt and play the proper style. But I play hymns and songs with a lively style.
I got the impression from quite a few people on this Board that “lounge lizards” like me aren’t welcome in a reverent Mass.
I also had quite a few discussions about the (hiss, boo!) St. Louis Jesuits (I may as well say “creeping slime”). Haugen and Haas have been beaten up by many posters on CAF; if the beatings were physical, these men would be dead by now.
Since March, I had a perfect excuse not to play at Mass because of my ankle.
But on Thursday, I got a phone call from our music minister asking if I could substitute for him for the Saturday Vigil Mass. I agreed, in fear and trembling.
When I sat down to play, I was literally shaking, I was so scared. My heart was beating and my face was hot (I usually don’t get nervous when I play).
I pictured people in the congregation hissing at me, saying, things like, “Liberal. Protestant. Irreverent. Lounge lizard. Improper. And she’s wearing slacks instead of a skirt.”
(BTW, at this point, I can’t picture myself ever wearing a dress again. I have to wear ugly orthopedic shoes and orthotics to help hold my ankle together. I can’t imagine a skirt that would look pretty with these clodhoppers.)
We did two traditional hymns, two Haugen songs, and the Mass of Remembrance, which is a Haugen composition. The Alleluia was a Gregorian chant. The cantor was a teenaged girl with a very sweet, clear voice.
I played a contemporary contemplative P and W song for a Prelude–I would describe it as melodic, restorative, and majestic. It definitely made people hush up their chatter and pay attention.
I played a traditional hymn for a Postlude.
And then I waited for the bashing, the reprimands, the cold looks, and turned-away faces.
Instead, I was showered with love and thanks. Quite a few people, most of them elderly, came up to me and expressed their appreciation of my music and their gladness that I was back after my surgery. One lady introduced herself as the music minister from another parish, visiting our church. She complimented me for what she called “solid accompaniment” that makes it easy and pleasant for people to sing with.
One lady told me that she loved the liveliness of the music. “Mass music SHOULD have some life!” she said.
My husband even received compliments and was told to pass them on to me!
Now don’t the get the wrong idea. I know that the talent I have is a gift from God, and that all those compliments belong to HIM, not me. Like Corrie Ten Boom, I like to pretend that they are flowers, and afterward, gather them up into a bouquet and offer it up to the Lord.
But to me, these dear people were like a soothing ointment applied to a very sore place.
I’ve said it before on this Board, and I’ll say it again–I live in the BEST diocese in the U.S., and I think I am a member of one of the BEST parishes in the U.S. The Lord certainly knew where to locate me and my husband, didn’t He?
I’m sure there were people in that Mass who probably walked out with a critical spirit, wondering who invited the “happy clappy” pianist to Mass. But I got the feeling that most of the people in that Mass were there to worship “in spirit and in truth,” and were grateful for all that they received from the musicians, the lector, and the dear priest, who, bless his heart, really doesn’t speak intelligible English at all. These parishioners left with soft hearts full of Jesus, and today, are carrying Him to a very dark and needy world.
I really don’t have a point to this thread, other than to say, “I’m glad to be back playing for My Lord, My Lady, and my Christian brothers and sisters at Holy Mass again.” He has healed me and continues to heal me. Bless the Lord!
During that time, I got into several disturbing (to me) discussions about music and Mass. At one point, I was so upset that I was considering never playing at Mass again.
You see, I was born and raised evangelical Protestant, and I play piano “gospel” style. I am a very good pianist, and if the song is classical, I will adapt and play the proper style. But I play hymns and songs with a lively style.
I got the impression from quite a few people on this Board that “lounge lizards” like me aren’t welcome in a reverent Mass.
I also had quite a few discussions about the (hiss, boo!) St. Louis Jesuits (I may as well say “creeping slime”). Haugen and Haas have been beaten up by many posters on CAF; if the beatings were physical, these men would be dead by now.
Since March, I had a perfect excuse not to play at Mass because of my ankle.
But on Thursday, I got a phone call from our music minister asking if I could substitute for him for the Saturday Vigil Mass. I agreed, in fear and trembling.
When I sat down to play, I was literally shaking, I was so scared. My heart was beating and my face was hot (I usually don’t get nervous when I play).
I pictured people in the congregation hissing at me, saying, things like, “Liberal. Protestant. Irreverent. Lounge lizard. Improper. And she’s wearing slacks instead of a skirt.”
(BTW, at this point, I can’t picture myself ever wearing a dress again. I have to wear ugly orthopedic shoes and orthotics to help hold my ankle together. I can’t imagine a skirt that would look pretty with these clodhoppers.)
We did two traditional hymns, two Haugen songs, and the Mass of Remembrance, which is a Haugen composition. The Alleluia was a Gregorian chant. The cantor was a teenaged girl with a very sweet, clear voice.
I played a contemporary contemplative P and W song for a Prelude–I would describe it as melodic, restorative, and majestic. It definitely made people hush up their chatter and pay attention.
I played a traditional hymn for a Postlude.
And then I waited for the bashing, the reprimands, the cold looks, and turned-away faces.
Instead, I was showered with love and thanks. Quite a few people, most of them elderly, came up to me and expressed their appreciation of my music and their gladness that I was back after my surgery. One lady introduced herself as the music minister from another parish, visiting our church. She complimented me for what she called “solid accompaniment” that makes it easy and pleasant for people to sing with.
One lady told me that she loved the liveliness of the music. “Mass music SHOULD have some life!” she said.
My husband even received compliments and was told to pass them on to me!
Now don’t the get the wrong idea. I know that the talent I have is a gift from God, and that all those compliments belong to HIM, not me. Like Corrie Ten Boom, I like to pretend that they are flowers, and afterward, gather them up into a bouquet and offer it up to the Lord.
But to me, these dear people were like a soothing ointment applied to a very sore place.
I’ve said it before on this Board, and I’ll say it again–I live in the BEST diocese in the U.S., and I think I am a member of one of the BEST parishes in the U.S. The Lord certainly knew where to locate me and my husband, didn’t He?
I’m sure there were people in that Mass who probably walked out with a critical spirit, wondering who invited the “happy clappy” pianist to Mass. But I got the feeling that most of the people in that Mass were there to worship “in spirit and in truth,” and were grateful for all that they received from the musicians, the lector, and the dear priest, who, bless his heart, really doesn’t speak intelligible English at all. These parishioners left with soft hearts full of Jesus, and today, are carrying Him to a very dark and needy world.
I really don’t have a point to this thread, other than to say, “I’m glad to be back playing for My Lord, My Lady, and my Christian brothers and sisters at Holy Mass again.” He has healed me and continues to heal me. Bless the Lord!