We try to attend Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve. We find a Midnight Mass that is not actually at midnight, but a bit earlier. This year there was one near us at 10 pm. It was the parish where we are registered but simply for logistic reasons have not been attending recently.
Instead, we have been attending St. Mark, where the pastor celebrates absolutely beautiful feast day Masses. Ten to fifteen older alter boys, all dressed as if they were servers in Rome. Incense galore. Music that is beautiful and very sacred. Note that this is quite unusual here in the Seattle area, unless, of course, you are at the Cathedral.
Evidently we have become spoiled, because as we were at the non-St. Mark parish for Midnight Mass, Madeleine (6), who was sitting on the end of the pew, burst into tears during the procession. I asked what was wrong. She said, through sobs, "There are only three altar servers!!! And they aren't even dressed right! Where are the rest? And, there's no incense. This is Christmas Eve! No one cares! Why did we come here?" Sob. Sob. Cry. Cry. Good thing we were singing and no one else could hear her. She was inconsolable.
Even a six-year-old knows that the birth of our Savior is one of the most special days of the year and there is ritual and tradition and beauty that should surround its celebration. Yes, the church was nicely decorated, and of course, the Sacrifice of the Mass is truly miraculous no matter where or in what environ it is celebrated. As someone who used to help with decorating, I'm very appreciative of any and all work that goes into decorating a church for Christmas and Easter and all other days of the liturgical year, because it IS lots of work!
But, it saddened me. And it also made me grateful that we are able to attend a parish with wonderful Masses, so my children are able to experience true splendor at the most important thing that we do each week. Today, we went to St. Mark. Thirteen altar servers. Incense. Candles. Beautiful trees and poinsettias. Extraordinary music. A marvelous creche. And even a life-sized, gorgeous cradle for baby Jesus to re-kindle the medieval German tradition of "Cradle-Rocking" on Christmas Eve.
Of course. It is the Octave of Christmas.
Upon arriving home, I pulled up the pictures of Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve at Assumption Grotto in Detroit, MI (HT: Bridget). We all sat around the computer and swooned over these few pictures. No words can even describe this. It almost makes me want to move to Detroit. LOL! Compare that to the nonsense that we've been exposed to over the past 30 years, such as illustrated at the Ugliest Vestment Contest!!
Diane, the author of Assumption's blog referenced the article in U.S. News and World Report, Return to Ritual, with commentary by Fr. Trugilio.
It also made me think about these couple of blog entries a while back from Assumption Grotto's blog on the training of Altar Boys:
Bottom line? As Michelle reminds me, "Pray for the return of reverence to the Sacrifice of the Mass."
On this Feast of the Holy Family, Jesus, Mary and Joseph, pray for us!