By contrast at daily Mass there is no chant, incense or Latin, there isn't even a hint of music depending on which priest celebrates. There was nothing that appealed to my senses and yet the same sublime beauty is there. I am equally at home in a no-music liturgy with the prescribed silences properly observed as I would be if Mozart was playing.
When I first started attending daily Mass it was out of a need for a meaningful "me" time. I wanted to fall in love again - with my life and with God. And when you want to fall in love you seek the company of your beloved. Memories of my youth as I was first falling in love with Christ fueled this re-seeking. I wanted to rekindle that through the daily graces offered at Mass.
I continue to go to daily Mass finding myself with various reasons each day/week, some I wouldn't have chosen for myself LOL. But it is there in the quiet, short daily Mass, in the absence of pomp and circumstance that I find the daily beauty of the God who loved me first and seeks my company at the beginning of each day. Deo Gratias.
The beauty of the stark Mass is that you have to work harder to find Him, love Him, worship Him.
ReplyDeleteI find that particularly true during times of personal calamities.
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