Sunday, May 13, 2007

If it's Sunday, it must be ...

... yep, church. :)

No, I didn't attend Mass in the absolutely gorgeous Cathedral of St. Francis Xavier, but in a much humbler suburban parish. [One of those post-conciliar affairs, with bright glass windows, and the shape of a giant Hershey's kiss. Fairly full -- there's only one priest, shared with another parish, and they only have two Masses on the weekend. One on Saturday, one on Sunday. During the week, Mass is offered only once. The congregation was largley elderly, with a few young families. No choir. They played recorded music and the words were projected onto a large white screen behind the altar. Chairs, no kneelers, but everyone knelt. Decent homily, thankfully. According to my friend they do have several adults coming into the church during Easter, which is good, because the sense I got was "general decline."]

[After Mass we gathered for a "barbie" -- ie barbecue -- at the house of another college batchmate of mine, another geologist settled in the area. This is someone I haven't seen in 14 years, so it was really neat catching up with him and meeting his family and so on. Small darn world!]

In the afternoon we went into downtown Adelaide -- the first stop was the Cathedral which was bathed in this most amazingly beautiful light from the lowering sun -- all calm, liquidy ambers. It was simply gorgeous and utterly peaceful.


Tom Gibbons said...

Great pictures G! Looking forward to seeing you in August!

Mac said...

Even a Laudian frontal!

Did I tell you about the background of wonderful St Mary's Cathedral in Sydney? The Diocese was founded (this from De La Salle Brothers who were missionaries in PNG and good friends -- possibly they wouldn't have been all THAT keen on the likes of you: "Our wonderful Irish Catholic Church in Australia...entirely taken over by Asians -- Filipinos and Vietnamese!"). It was English Benedictines who established the Diocese and they were of course High Church Anglicans who followed the Rev'd Mr Newman across the Tiber, and like him took their Anglican aesthetic with them. (Next time you are in London go to Brompton Oratory or Farm Street.) And of course the upshot is a quite wonderful form of English Catholicism which is historically perhaps not entirely authentic, but sure beats several of the alternatives!