Thursday, January 07, 2010
We had a Missa Cantata last night; I don't particularly like this form of celebration, its beige, not High Mass with all its majesty or Low Mass with all its austere silent beauty. I don't think God likes either, we don't do it much, last time we had one was the Feast of the Purification, and God sent snow and kept people away, and last night he sent snow and kept people away.
There was me, and Andrew in the sanctuary, just one server! Then there were five in the choir, including the indomitable Bara Brith from Blackfen, I was hoping to speak her afterwards but she and the choir had gone by the time I cleared things away. Then there were about another five in the congregation including Rosalea (I hope I have that right) from the Traditional Latin Mass Community Edinburgh, who had come over on the train via Bognor and Chichester, with her guide dog.
Intrepid, I call that, entrusting yourself to BR with the wrong sort of snow, intrepid to come from Kent, intrepid to come from parts of Brighton were ice can be lethal.
Posted by Fr Ray Blake