I did it!!! :extrahappy:
I needed to get my son out of the house so my husband could sleep this Sunday morning (my husband had a late lock up) so I drove my son to the park and then we just drove on to the Byzantine Mission. I wasn’t too sure about going inside, only wanting to see where this place was, but I asked a lady if I had the right building. “Yes,” she said. “Please come in!”
Then I came up with my own objections to her, such as, “I’m not dressed right.”
“Well,” she said, looking down at her sweater, “neither am I!”
“But I have a toddler with me.”
“All children are welcome, and there are infants who come, too.”
Then she looked at me most sincerely and asked, “Please come.”
So, I pulled my car into a parking spot, took my hair out of its ponytail, and slapped on a bit of makeup. My sin dismounted from his car seat, and we trotted in…
I felt goofy walking in in all of my pregnant glory, but as soon as I took off my coat, I felt at HOME. People greeted me and guided me and although it was set up in a gymnasium, the reverence was absolutely palpable.
I was welcome. At last, I felt there was a place for both me and my child(ren). The warmth of the congregation was amazing. Yes, we are there to solemnly worship the Lord. In addition (and to my surprise), I was greeted by perfect strangers as if I had been on vacation for only a short time. After the Liturgy, I was invited to refreshments, and how could I have said, “No?” I didn’t want to leave.
I was graciously loaned a new missal to study. How could I be more blessed? Well, I’ll tell you: I could let my toddler son run around a bit in the hall, and not one person looked askance. I didn’t feel as self-conscious as I feel in my own (family-oriented) Latin Rite parish.
It was like being in a room full of mothers, in fact. Everyone watched out for my son as I could finally sit back and have a real conversation with Catholic adults. There was politics/abortion at one table, prayer for a sick parishioner at another…and me in the thick of it. In my excitement, I’m sure I said more about myself and my family than I wanted to say.

Everyone was so knowledgeable without being smug – much like CAF. I talked I was left feeling that *my visit was neither a trespass nor a novelty. *
Because my son babbled so much during the Liturgy, they said he was a “great singer!” Because he is a handful, I could hardly look at the missal. Instead of just beign an observer, I sang the responses I knew and just let the rest envelop me.
3 Questions:
- Where do I find a midi or an MP3 of the “Holy God - Holy Mighty One” (Option C)? I actually cried listening to that, as I was so very moved by it.
I’ll just blame it on the pregnancy hormones.
- What are the large gold cherubs on poles called, and were they used to represent? I’m guessing angels hovering over actions the Liturgy?
- When one receives the Eucharist, commonly one puts one’s hands under a red cloth. What does that cloth and that action represent? Does one hold someone’s hand under there?
**2 complaints: **
I didn’t open my mouth widely enough for the Eucharist, and the spoon touched my lips.

I even practiced beforehand.
I thought people were staring at me as I tried to keep my son under control, so I bowed my head in shame, asking the Lord if I should leave, inasmuch as I hated to do that. Suddenly, what I thought were stares of disapproval were actually smiles, nods, and approving / encouraging looks. My bad! I am ashamed to say that I thought people were looking at me harshly, or judging my parenting – which was incredibly distracting from the Liturgy itself. (Just one young lady was obviously annoyed.)