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While I can't really call Sunday morning mass a highlight of the BookCrossing Convention (as it really had nothing to do with the convention), it certainly was a highlight of the weekend. A number of us had been invited to attend the 11:15 mass by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bookczuk, and I was grateful to be able to attend mass without having to research church locations or mass times. There were eight of us who attended mass (why was I the only male in this group?), and we piled into two cars and drove to mass early, so we could find parking.
Let me just say for the record that the Cathedral of St. John the Baptist is a beautiful church. The interior walls are dazzling white with gold leaf trim, and the whole church just sparkled in the multicolored light from the gorgeous stained glass windows. My favorite window is the stained glass reproduction of Da Vinci's "Last Supper" above the altar. Simply stunning.
But the real reason we were at that mass was the Cathedral Choir. From the first note, I was captivated. Between the beauty of the setting to the heavenly music, I felt more at home here than I have in any church in a very long time. In contrast to my home diocese, where I often leave mass furiously angry, here I was able to let my cares go and just let myself bathe in the majesty of the service. The mass struck a very deep emotional chord with me, and several times I found myself moved to tears at the sublime nature of the experience.
I can't thankbookczuk enough for sharing her church and her choir with me. I would give a lot to be able to experience the mass any where near that way more often, but the nature of my diocese seems to make that unlikely. But now I know it exists, and the memory of that mass is likely to sustain me in my faith for a very long time to come.
bookczuk, and I was grateful to be able to attend mass without having to research church locations or mass times. There were eight of us who attended mass (why was I the only male in this group?), and we piled into two cars and drove to mass early, so we could find parking.Let me just say for the record that the Cathedral of St. John the Baptist is a beautiful church. The interior walls are dazzling white with gold leaf trim, and the whole church just sparkled in the multicolored light from the gorgeous stained glass windows. My favorite window is the stained glass reproduction of Da Vinci's "Last Supper" above the altar. Simply stunning.
But the real reason we were at that mass was the Cathedral Choir. From the first note, I was captivated. Between the beauty of the setting to the heavenly music, I felt more at home here than I have in any church in a very long time. In contrast to my home diocese, where I often leave mass furiously angry, here I was able to let my cares go and just let myself bathe in the majesty of the service. The mass struck a very deep emotional chord with me, and several times I found myself moved to tears at the sublime nature of the experience.
I can't thank
bookczuk enough for sharing her church and her choir with me. I would give a lot to be able to experience the mass any where near that way more often, but the nature of my diocese seems to make that unlikely. But now I know it exists, and the memory of that mass is likely to sustain me in my faith for a very long time to come.
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