Notre Dame Basilica
Le Seigneur soit avec vous.
* Et avec votre esprit.
Élevons notre cœur.
* Nous le tournons vers le Seigneur.
Rendons grâce au Seigneur notre Dieu.
* Cela est juste et bon.
Why are the recitations of Mass still familiar to me? Moreover, how is it I still know just what's going to be said a split-second later--even when the service is conducted in French?
Lisa and David
No, I've neither converted, reverted, nor undergone any religious rebirth. Lisa and I went to Mass this morning less to experience anything divine and more to experience the language, history, and architecture of Old Montréal over her visit.
All the familiar trappings were there: the robes; the fragant, smoldering censers swinging from the ends of chains; even a massive pipe organ (which my childhood church did not have) that was played before and at points throughout the service. The choir was out in full force, too. But, the congregants in attendance today seemed far less engaged than what I remember from the church-going days of my youth.
Tiffany, Lisa, and David
I suppose a lost sheep like me has neither the gravitas nor authority to comment on how "Mass just isn't the same anymore". But, I did wonder how far into the future such ritual proceedings will carry on.
Gwen, Tiffany, and Lisa
I've been happy to see such good friends again. (Not only were they good friends but they were good guests, too: do-all-the-dishes-after-every-meal and bring-top-shelf-bottles-of-gin types of guests!) I'm thrilled to be living in a place once again where I can host when people come to town. But, I confess that I'm utterly exhausted after a full week balancing time around town with friends while keeping up with class.
Time for a long sleep...