Why does communion make everyone so miserable

[ZoeyBdo]

Iam a Scots Canadian.The music being used in Ontario Churches is almost unsingable by the congregation even the priests struggle with it,but what can you do ?I remember the hymns when I grew up in Dumbarton Scotland could be heard two streets away beautiful inspiring music what happened ?who do you complain to ? canyou complain.We spend winterrs in Florida and their hymns are fantastic beautiful lyrics and tunes everone can really get their lungs going so it must be a regional choice

My great great grandfather and g-g grandmother were from Dumbarton

Thinking of walking back to the pew, I’m usually looking ahead, head slightly down, thinking about how beautiful what just happened was, but no, I’m not smiling.

Like a previous post stated, it’s reverance. It’s humility, it’s joy in a form that isn’t silly-smiley-grinning ear-to-ear.

Once returning to the pew I pray.

Mass in general can be overwhelming to the spirit, and I often times struggle to hold back tears… sometimes I don’t even know why I’m crying, I just feel such a sense of calm, and inner peace while I’m at mass.

It’s very hard to describe… so perhaps some might find that depressing. I don’t. I can’t wait to go to Mass every Sunday, in fact, I’ve found that since returning to regular attendance I look forward to it every week.

 

[odile53]

Around the time of the apparitions at Fatima, people did not smile for photographs. They put on somber expressions. Photographs were formal affairs, taken by a professional, not just any friend with a camera, because smaller cameras for snapshots hadn’t been invented yet. It was considered gauche to smile for a photograph.

I have pictures of both sets of my great grandparents on their wedding days, presumably a happy occasion for them. They have very somber and serious expressions on their faces.

There are times when I receive communion that I want to dance back to my pew, but I don’t. Why? Because it would be considered inappropriate (especially at my age.) I swallow the Blessed Sacrament, and walk back to my pew with what I hope is a pleasant, intelligent, and reverent expression on my face, kneel down and pray the Anima Christi and meditate on the greatness of the good Lord.

It’s entirely possible to be supremely happy without doing backflips down the aisle and yelling “Woot! Woot!”