On the feast day of St Joseph the Worker, who happens to be my patron saint, I attended a Solemn High Mass out in Hollywood. The following Sunday I attended an Ordinary Form Mass in my home diocese.
The former was so surreal, mysterious… sacred. I was in absolute awe for the entire hour and a half. The priest was inaudible in a many spots, but it was like it didn’t matter, like it wasn’t for me. The music, the movements, the words, they all seemed to to tend toward a sort of climax.
I meet people all the time that say, “Ohhhh, it’s just old, and long, and no one likes it or does it any more; it’s not really relevant to our times.” I don’t think they could be further from the truth. The world needs this. The beauty that I witnessed that night transcends time and place. You can just tell… there is something so different about a Mass said in the Extraordinary Form.
For that entire hour and a half, I found that I didn’t want to move, that I just wanted to stay there and watch, and listen to angels sing. I find that when I attend this type of Mass, it points to something greater than myself; that it pushes me to be better than who I am.
The Ordinary Form actively seeks to capture peoples attention with sudden movements and sounds; where as at this Extraordinary Form of the Mass, it does not seek attention, it radiates with enough beauty and reverence and truth, that attention seeks it out.
The people in attendance must have seen something different about the EF Mass as well; before Mass, during Communion, and after Mass was over, the congregation was quiet. For those that don’t know, the Solemn High Mass in Hollywood was the first at this parish, so the attendees were not “regulars;” so they did not receive instruction on proper behavior while attending Mass. When I attended the OF Mass, I found that it was loud before Mass even began, with people walking throughout the Church talking, while Communion was being distributed, and after they had received, people still were talking as if nothing out of the ordinary had taken place; and finally, after Mass, people continued with the talking. Nothing pointed to anything higher than the people, in fact, it seems to point to them. There was no climax, not with the movements of the priest, nor the words, nor the music sung by the choir. It was all so… ordinary.
These are just my initial thoughts after having attended a Solemn High Mass on a Friday night, and then an Ordinary Sunday Mass two days later.
Comments are welcomed.