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jmm08
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A little over 30 years ago I signed up to sing in the Catholic Chapel Choir at the university (PSU). I wasn’t Catholic, but I didn’t think I could get very good grades in Humanities or Social Sciences and being in the choir a year would get me three good credits in Humanities and help me towards graduation.
As a “born again” Christian I thought I knew a lot more than they did – so our director Fr. May must be a Saint because he was patient. Especially if or when I might say something about purgatory being stupid and wrong, etc. Mostly I did not bring stuff up like that but behaved because I needed the credits. And I did enjoy Mass and the music too.
We sang Mass once a month. We sang up in a balcony in the back of the chapel with Fr. May directing us as another Priest celebrated Mass. I’m not sure if it was an issue or not but I never went up and probably didn’t want to. But I noticed that at least a third of the other students (all the others were Catholic) did not go up. And perhaps sometimes more than half would keep in their seats. I don’t recall much kneeling but perhaps that is because it was 30+ years ago and kneeling is not much trouble at all for youth.
Now years later (I think about 11 or 12 years since Fr. May died) I have gone through RCIA and I am in my fourth year singing in my parish choir. I consider myself the least in the choir – obviously – because I am not in full communion with the Church although that would be nice if I were. Every week, everyone else in the choir goes up to receive Holy Communion. This and other things are a little different than I remember.
Fortunately my parish church does look a lot like a Catholic Church (compared to my memory years ago). We have poor boxes. We have candles to light (for a donation). And we have statues of Mary, Joseph, the Holy Family, a pieta, etc. A few other Catholic Churches in a nearby richer county do not have poor boxes, candles to light (for a donation), any problem with their roof leaking, etc. If I had “come home” to a newer church building I would have been too disoriented perhaps and not even gone further. It took me years to go from sometimes coming into the Church to pray until I started attending Mass or signed up for RCIA. We are very blessed in our parish.
I am OK with where I am at this time. After all, when I was in sixth grade I was put in the corner by my teacher before class even began on the first day. And I lost count of how many times I was sent to the principal’s office in Junior High. I am a bit of trouble even at my best.
I think yesterday maybe Mary gave me a big blessing because it was the “hour of mercy”. I couldn’t have my arms outstretched near the tabernacle in front of other people who were there with the priest saying Mass. And I figure the prayers of the Mass are bigger anyway than saying Psalm 51. But at the end of the Mass it was still not quite 1 PM so I was able to read and halfway pray Psalm 51 three times. I wish I could pray better than I do lately. But not with my arms outstretched. Anyway I suppose Mary at least partially has replied with her promised blessing.
Some of the people in the choir are very well educated in the faith and they are also quite Holy in their lives. Please pray for us all and me too. I wonder if they cannot see adequately enough that they might sometimes have a need for confession instead of always going forward.
Years ago in college, nobody asked anyone why they did not go forward. And I doubt if anyone thought anything whether somebody did go forward or not. I recall the other students liked to read good Catholic books such as by St. John Neumann.
Our English-speaking and Spanish-speaking congregations don’t mix a whole lot but they do some. But among the Spanish-speaking many do not receive Holy Communion. Are they being honest with themselves better?
This Friday is Our Lady of Guadalupe – not even on some of my Catholic calendars. But it is such a big feast for the Spanish-speaking congregation. They contribute so many many flowers for Our Lady on that day. And the place is as full as I ever see it for the evening Mass.
jmm08
As a “born again” Christian I thought I knew a lot more than they did – so our director Fr. May must be a Saint because he was patient. Especially if or when I might say something about purgatory being stupid and wrong, etc. Mostly I did not bring stuff up like that but behaved because I needed the credits. And I did enjoy Mass and the music too.
We sang Mass once a month. We sang up in a balcony in the back of the chapel with Fr. May directing us as another Priest celebrated Mass. I’m not sure if it was an issue or not but I never went up and probably didn’t want to. But I noticed that at least a third of the other students (all the others were Catholic) did not go up. And perhaps sometimes more than half would keep in their seats. I don’t recall much kneeling but perhaps that is because it was 30+ years ago and kneeling is not much trouble at all for youth.
Now years later (I think about 11 or 12 years since Fr. May died) I have gone through RCIA and I am in my fourth year singing in my parish choir. I consider myself the least in the choir – obviously – because I am not in full communion with the Church although that would be nice if I were. Every week, everyone else in the choir goes up to receive Holy Communion. This and other things are a little different than I remember.
Fortunately my parish church does look a lot like a Catholic Church (compared to my memory years ago). We have poor boxes. We have candles to light (for a donation). And we have statues of Mary, Joseph, the Holy Family, a pieta, etc. A few other Catholic Churches in a nearby richer county do not have poor boxes, candles to light (for a donation), any problem with their roof leaking, etc. If I had “come home” to a newer church building I would have been too disoriented perhaps and not even gone further. It took me years to go from sometimes coming into the Church to pray until I started attending Mass or signed up for RCIA. We are very blessed in our parish.
I am OK with where I am at this time. After all, when I was in sixth grade I was put in the corner by my teacher before class even began on the first day. And I lost count of how many times I was sent to the principal’s office in Junior High. I am a bit of trouble even at my best.
I think yesterday maybe Mary gave me a big blessing because it was the “hour of mercy”. I couldn’t have my arms outstretched near the tabernacle in front of other people who were there with the priest saying Mass. And I figure the prayers of the Mass are bigger anyway than saying Psalm 51. But at the end of the Mass it was still not quite 1 PM so I was able to read and halfway pray Psalm 51 three times. I wish I could pray better than I do lately. But not with my arms outstretched. Anyway I suppose Mary at least partially has replied with her promised blessing.
Some of the people in the choir are very well educated in the faith and they are also quite Holy in their lives. Please pray for us all and me too. I wonder if they cannot see adequately enough that they might sometimes have a need for confession instead of always going forward.
Years ago in college, nobody asked anyone why they did not go forward. And I doubt if anyone thought anything whether somebody did go forward or not. I recall the other students liked to read good Catholic books such as by St. John Neumann.
Our English-speaking and Spanish-speaking congregations don’t mix a whole lot but they do some. But among the Spanish-speaking many do not receive Holy Communion. Are they being honest with themselves better?
This Friday is Our Lady of Guadalupe – not even on some of my Catholic calendars. But it is such a big feast for the Spanish-speaking congregation. They contribute so many many flowers for Our Lady on that day. And the place is as full as I ever see it for the evening Mass.
jmm08