I just got home from church. Being Catholic, I had the Last Supper mass and whatnot, which I served at.
It was a very, very powerful mass. Started off with that "Gloria" song or whatever. An entire choir, two tuba's, a clarinet, a flute, and an organ sang this thing. It was f-in' powerful. I was just standing, listening to this, in a careless bliss, one hundred percent happy and careless. It was loud, and it was powerful. It MEANT somethign to me, and if I had been asked right then if I believed in God, the feeling I had right then was that someone was watching me, holding me, caring for me, that I wouldn't ever be harmed again. It was amazing.
The mass went well, washing of the feet and whatnot. Got to the end, the priest needed to take the Eucharist to the tabernacle built up on the side of the room. We slowly proceeded around the room, and went back through the pews to the tabernacle. Very solemnly, the priest put the Eucharist in the cabinet, and the choir started a latin song, minus the instruments.
The mass ended a bit afterwards. Me, and the other two servers went up to clear the altar bare, save for the actual table. Taking everything off, clearing it of everything there was, candles, table cloths, everything, it was somehow...depressing. I recognized why we did this, Jesus was supposed to be on his way to the garden now, and would be condemned in a few hours from now. But watching the table become empty, the lack of anything to look at...I almost cried. I can't explain this either, like I cannot explain the mirth I experienced prior to this, but it was powerful and depressing.
SO! What'd you do tonight?
It was a very, very powerful mass. Started off with that "Gloria" song or whatever. An entire choir, two tuba's, a clarinet, a flute, and an organ sang this thing. It was f-in' powerful. I was just standing, listening to this, in a careless bliss, one hundred percent happy and careless. It was loud, and it was powerful. It MEANT somethign to me, and if I had been asked right then if I believed in God, the feeling I had right then was that someone was watching me, holding me, caring for me, that I wouldn't ever be harmed again. It was amazing.
The mass went well, washing of the feet and whatnot. Got to the end, the priest needed to take the Eucharist to the tabernacle built up on the side of the room. We slowly proceeded around the room, and went back through the pews to the tabernacle. Very solemnly, the priest put the Eucharist in the cabinet, and the choir started a latin song, minus the instruments.
The mass ended a bit afterwards. Me, and the other two servers went up to clear the altar bare, save for the actual table. Taking everything off, clearing it of everything there was, candles, table cloths, everything, it was somehow...depressing. I recognized why we did this, Jesus was supposed to be on his way to the garden now, and would be condemned in a few hours from now. But watching the table become empty, the lack of anything to look at...I almost cried. I can't explain this either, like I cannot explain the mirth I experienced prior to this, but it was powerful and depressing.
SO! What'd you do tonight?
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