This past Sunday I thought I would make a trip to church to ensure that my application for sainthood, someday, wouldn't be tainted by my debaucherous behavior last weekend. I walked into the 11am mass and sat near the front of the church. The choir started singing as normal, the priest walked in, followed by heaps of other people, singing along with the rest of the congregation and waving incense as he strolled by. So far the Catholic masses in Australia are the same as the Catholic masses in America. Then he gets up to the altar and am I am expecting him to say something along the lines of, "Good morning and welcome to St. Pats/Peters Cathedral, today we are celebrating the 32nd Sunday in ordinary time...etc. etc." Instead he starts singing everything he is supposed to be saying, right down to how wonderful he thinks the weather is this morning.
Of course, I'm quickly scrambling through all the pamphlets and books that the ushers gave me trying to find something that could reassure me that I was in fact at a Catholic church. Everything seemed to be Catholic, I just couldn't figure out why he was singing everything. So I thought well maybe that's just how he does the introduction/welcoming piece. Nope wrong again. The 1st reading guy walks up to the podium and guess what....he starts singing from the Book of Job and then the second guy gets up and he starts singing his piece too!
I'm looking around thinking, I swear I really don't think I will be able to sit through an entire gospel and sermon sung by this middle aged priest who sings with some sort of Asian/Australian accent. He gets up to sing the gospel and thankfully by some work of God he doesn't sing his homily! (Thank you Jesus!) I'm sitting there all alone, looking so out of place that I know the whole church is secretly thinking I'm not even Catholic, wearing jeans, not singing along to any of the Latin songs (that everyone appears to know by heart,) and desperately hoping I won't have to sing to the guy behind me when I go to shake his hand. (SIDE NOTE: You all remember my fear of singing alone and how well that goes over - please read this post if you need a reminder)
By the time communion rolls around I have a whole new set of worries setting in - people aren't just lining up as normal in their respective aisles, they are going up to the front and actually kneeling on the ground in front of the altar. I walk up to the front and the guy next to me stops just before we get to the altar. I'm thinking, well I have no idea what the hell is going on here, so I'm just going to wait and see what he does. Well he doesn't move - he doesn't do anything. I wait and wait and there are at least 40 or 50 people behind us, but I'm a first timer and it wasn't clear as to where I was supposed to be going! Finally, after what felt like a good 10 minutes a lady behind me taps me on the shoulder and says, "well are you going to go up there or not?" So I scurry up and kneel on the ground and sure as shit, the guy I was waiting on follows right behind me! (HE WAS WAITING FOR ME!!!!) How embarrassing.
I get back to the pew, kneel down on my little crocheted pillow on the ground and pray to God that there are no other surprises along the way. Mass finally ends after hours upon hours of singing and the priest then invites everyone to meet in the courtyard for refreshments. As everyone walks out I see that the hospitality he is referring to is several bottles of wine and an assortment of cheeses. Perfect! - exactly what I needed after that much singsong so early in the day.
Note to self: next time you are at home, fill out the Holy Spirit Parish comment card and write the following: Please replace weekly coffee and doughnuts with fine Australian wine and cheese, I bet that visitation to weekly mass increases by at least 10%!
Turns out the reason that everything was being sung is not because they are some knock off Catholic religion it's because I was attending High Mass. How the hell was I to know that the High Mass was the one that everything is sang instead of spoke. I think it's safe to say that in the future I will be getting out of bed a bit earlier to attend the 9am normal mass.










