tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1900800634479346046.post3231667635723238383..comments2023-12-18T09:55:42.480-08:00Comments on What Sister Never Knew and Father Never Told You: More On The Liturgy Theatrical Reenactment or Evangelical ExperienceUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1900800634479346046.post-44704825729847073022015-04-13T09:54:12.318-07:002015-04-13T09:54:12.318-07:00I am very happy for you. And I will admit that th...I am very happy for you. And I will admit that the music is lovely. It may just be my Catholic proletariatianism, but as much as I enjoy it as a cultural event I find, as Church goes, Saint Thomas is somewhat pretentious. It does meet the needs of its many attendees, however, and I won't argue with that. I might add, however, that for Catholics listening on the net might foster personal prayer, but an essential part of worship is being in the community. This is why Sunday Mass on television doesn't "fulfill the obligation." Consolaminihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09278560268489520757noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1900800634479346046.post-62342954964236375652015-04-13T08:51:52.374-07:002015-04-13T08:51:52.374-07:00When I listen to S. Thomas on the net I see nothin...When I listen to S. Thomas on the net I see nothing of the ecclesiastical vestments or morning coats. I am greatly affected by the words of Scripture, by the collects and by the judicious use of Latin, German and French as well as English in the music. I find that I do participate actuose in the entire services and have received many spiritual benefits from the same. <br /><br />S. Thomas does offer millions an opportunity to experience the divine energies despite the morning coats and pin-striped trousers.<br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1900800634479346046.post-45644311735975343592015-04-13T08:14:28.742-07:002015-04-13T08:14:28.742-07:00thanks for this, actually the religious community...thanks for this, actually the religious community where I have most often worshipped over the past few decades has been doing this for as long as I rememberConsolaminihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09278560268489520757noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1900800634479346046.post-53706964840505244172015-04-13T07:59:25.713-07:002015-04-13T07:59:25.713-07:00The most moving (and I think correct, from a renew...The most moving (and I think correct, from a renewed liturgical perspective) celebration of the "maundy", the Washing of the Feet on Holy Thursday, was at the Cowley monastery in Cambridge, MA (Episcopal monastic community, Society of St John the Evangelist SSJE - which one C of E wag claimed signified "Secret Society of Jesus in England"!).<br /><br />At Cowley, twelve chairs are set up back to back in a kind of oval formation in the midst of the monk's choir. The first twelve to have their feet washed were the senior monks, their feet washed by the younger monks. Then they traded places. Then the younger monks went back to their choir stalls and the first twelve members of the congregation came up to have their feet washed by the senior monks. Then the senior monks returned to their stalls, and the next group of twelve congregants came forward and had their feet washed by the previous twelve congregants. And so on until everyone who wanted to come up (obviously with this set up no one HAD to come up but no one HAD to be excluded) until all the members of the assembly who wanted to take part had both had their feet washed and washed someone else's feet. It was extremely moving and took - time wise - about the same amount of time as the Liturgy of the Eucharist which followed, thus nicely balancing the two main features of the day: Washing of the Feet, Institution of the Eucharist. The preacher made the point that on a night when one would expect a Synoptic Gospel of the Last Supper to be chosen, the Church chose instead to read the Last Supper account (John) in which the bread and wine are replaced by a basin and dirty feet. The point being that if we can't see Christ in the neighbor we kneel before to serve, we will never see Christ in the Eucharist we kneel before to adore. I must say that among the participants - which was every one in the assembly - there were many tears that night . . . extremely moving.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com