Greetings brotherhrolf,
Long time no talk, I hope you are doing well.
Ethnic communities. With pretty much the same beliefs. We all kept our mouths shut upon entering church. We all knew the Latin. It was not about us (as a community); it was about Him in the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass.
I remember this very well
However, I also remember that we were a big building full of individuals worshiping, not a church centered community. I think it was because the parishes were so big, each one was like an old European cathedral in size.
Because I was not used to it, it got so bad for me that when I would see a neighbor I recognised at Mass (even less than ten years ago), I might not approach them after Mass because I was totally unfamiliar with the concept of being community as a parish. I would not know how to deal with it, I lacked the ‘social graces’ of a parish community setting.
I was not raised in an ethnic neighborhood, it was a suburb of Chicago. Our little mission grew into a large multicultaral parish very quickly as the cornfields were torn up for housing projects. The first thing built was a gymnasium for the school and we had Mass in there. The pastor was Irish, the assistant pastors were of all kinds, we had every possible nationality in the parish but we didn’t say ‘boo’ to them on the street. Our houses didn’t even have front porches, just door stoops, and we had air conditioners and television sets so the adults did not converse with each other on the street like back in the city.
After I bacame an adult my pattern of living was just like that, maybe worse, and worse for my children with their videogames and such. Very little interaction with the neighbors, not in the neighborhood and not in the parish either.
The two do belong together. But I daresay - no, I know. You do not have clown Divine Liturgies nor do you have liturgical dancers nor do you have “the wave” or any of the other liturgical abuses we have. Or the "grinnin’ and a’strumin’ liturgies.
The pendulum swung too far towards community. It is now time for the pendulum to swing the other way.
I think those experiments were a big mistake. The problem, as I see it, is the real estate, but that was more difficult to recognize or deal with. It’s easier to make felt banners and introduce hand holding.
This is my theory, you don’t have to agree but I think it has some merit, even in the OP’s case:
The church invested in very large parishes, instead of numerous smaller ones. That was policy, I think it goes back to the formal mandate of the Baltimore Plenery Council that every parish was to have a school, and of course the economics work out better as large conglomerated parishes than smaller ones.
Naturally that pattern continued for more than 100 years of growth in the church and the institution came to see that as a standard. (These economies of scale are not available to rural parishes, I know, so some people are blessed to have nice smaller community parishes even today, provided the diocese has enough priests.)
I did not have a theory about that until I bacame a Byzantine Catholic, and attended parishes that were much more (in actual physical size and capacity) like the smaller local Protestant churches around Chicago. It was against my nature to get involved at first, but it is impossible to be a wallflower in a parish that small, everyone gets to know one and pretty soon that person is up to their elbows in work and friends.
You, I know, are very involved in your cathedral parish, which I applaud, but as these places get bigger a lot of families and individuals get lost in the background. I think that 20 percent of the parish does 80 percent of the involvement, and really the figure of the heavily involved drops to between 5 and 10 percent.
Some people stop coming and no one notices, no one calls and the envelopes arrive in the mail right on schedule. That problem needs to be addressed churchwide, but especially in the bigger cities in the USA.
I think a lot of people feel a sense of abandonment at times, various sorts have personal issues, many are discouraged. I think that is normal for your confession and mine, it’s that “Dark Night of the Soul” we get once in a while. If the parish is too impersonal, these people are in great danger.
As to that sense of abandonment, my father had to live through divorce and none of us realized that he could still receive communion because he did not remarry and did not even have or want a girlfriend. He was discouraged and stopped attending Mass. I don’t remember anyone from the parish contacting him at all. No one missed him or my mother, but the envelopes kept coming. We all needed catechesis on the subject, it was a real teaching opportunity. He’s dead these many years now and it does not matter anymore.
That would never have happened in a parish with a strong sense of community like those little missions one occasionally finds out about, or the BC parishes I encountered many years later.
I hope you can forgive me for the rambling, those are just some of my “stream of consciousness” thoughts.
Pax et Bonum, sincerely
Michael