Sunday, January 20, 2019

Road Trip


One of the best things about being Catholic is that you can attend Sunday Mass at any parish in the world and follow along.  The language may be different, but the liturgy is the same, the readings are the same, and the Eucharist is the same.  We are truly united in Christ.  That said, the experience can be different. 

My son, his wife and our four grandchildren live some 460 miles from us.  Several times a year, we make the long drive to visit and attend Mass at their parish where my son is Director of Liturgy and Music.   Same Mass, same liturgy, different experience.  I made a list of comparisons between the two.

Our Local Parish                                   Parish we visited
1910 building                                                Modern building

Capacity 200                                                  Capacity 1233

Prayer to St. Michael before Mass                  Prayer for Vocations before Mass

Tabernacle in center                                       Tabernacle off center to right

Traditional seating                                         Semi-circular configuration

Pipe Organ                                                      Electronic Organ and piano

Pews nearly empty                                          Pews nearly full

Older congregation                                         Average age 29

No school                                                        School (pre to grade 8)

I would consider myself a rather conservative Catholic.  In the past, I have been critical of some of the post Vatican II reforms.  Yet, I find the Mass at my son’s parish to be much more enjoyable, for lack of a better word.  The things I would generally find distracting, the tabernacle off center, facing other parishioners the way pews are configured, seemed insignificant.  Accustomed to worshipping with about sixty people in our mostly empty church, how wonderful to be in the presence of a thousand parishioners where ushers need to assist latecomers to find a seat.

Like it or not, the celebrant has a huge impact on one’s experience at Mass.  The two homilies we heard during our last visit, by two different priests, were nothing spectacular, but they were delivered thoughtfully and to the point.  Homilies at our local parish are often repeated, drawn out unnecessarily, and somewhat condescending at times, probably the main reason our local attendance is so low. 

The point of all this is that the spiritual temperature of a parish is not dependent on the form of the liturgy, the configuration of the church or its size.  The Mass is the Mass regardless of peripherals.  What can make a difference is how the Mass is celebrated.  For me, the experience of being at Mass with a thousand other souls, praying and singing together was refreshing.

I liked the prayer for vocations before Mass, and apparently it is effective.  After Sunday Mass, our family went to a small restaurant for lunch.  As we waited for our food, in walked five young men, at least one of them a priest, and the others possibly seminarians judging by their youthful appearance.  All wore collars and cassocks.  I grew up in a parish where our pastor wore a cassock most of the time.  That was many years ago, and I haven’t seen a priest wear one in our little parish since then.  It is interesting that many of the young men entering the seminaries these days are going back to the more traditional garb.  You can be contemporary and still be conservative.  I think it bodes well for the future of the Church.