I was in a bad mood by the time I was getting ready for church this morning. I looked over my closet, trying to figure out something that was appropriate. I felt like I was dressing in drag when I picked out a dress.
I took my usual walk while the choir was warming up and came back feeling hot. The weather has warmed up the last few days, and it's supposed to get up to the mid-80's today. I'm not ready for that yet. I was not, in the slightest, in a churchy mood. I considered going and doing something else and coming back to get older son when the choir was done, but I couldn't even come up with anything I felt like doing. The only thing I really felt like doing was taking a walk at Ayr Mont (very peaceful), which, at that point, was over half an hour away. So, I went and sat in the Nave and stared vacantly into space until the service started.
And I gradually warmed up, or cooled down, or relaxed (in church?!). I was already familiar with the readings, having read Santa Ignora's version and comments yesterday (I really enjoyed her thoughts and conclusion. Go take a look.). The sermon was good (if far calmer than hers!). There was a baptism today - the son of two of the choir members. He's a beautiful little boy with big round eyes. After the baptism, Father E (who obviously relishes baptisms) carried him around the nave, and the choir made much of him.
By the time we got to the Eucharistic prayer, I could fully throw myself into:
Holy, Holy, Holy Lord, God of Power and Might
Heaven and earth are full of Your Glory
Hosanna in the highest!
Blessed is He who comes in the Name of the Lord
Hosanna in the highest!
...was the most famous sixteenth-century representative of the Roman School of musical composition. Palestrina had a vast influence on the development of Roman Catholic church music, and his work can be seen as a summation of Renaissance polyphony.
Nonetheless, you'd be hard pressed to find an American Catholic parish ever singing this hymn. It's not 1970's and "pop"-ish enough.
Hmmm...where did that soap box come from (:::stepping down and pushing the soap box aside:::).
I came home feeling peaceful - not what I expected when I left this morning.
And I'll try to post some of my pictures from our recent Ayr Mont hike later.
Time to go get out of drag and into normal clothes.
*The Strife is O'er from A Thousand Ages: A Celebration of Hope by the St. Olaf Cantorei