The Mass we attended was beautiful; Mass is beautiful, period. However, the music was provided by a lady with guitar, she was a competent singer and player and everything was pitched so that it could be sung along with by those of us over 12 years of age. Unfortunately her choice was dismal. We had an offertory "hymn" called "She sits like a bird", this being the nearest thing heresy I think I'd heard in a Catholic church, how can the Holy Spirit be female if the Church is the Bride of Christ? Being struck low with intense pain from irritable bowel syndrome (when will I learn to lay off the vegetables) this only added to the pain. My husband just muttered "Oh dear" and the lady in front of me had her head in her hands and her eyes shut during this. However, further anguish was caused when the Agnus Dei was replaced with:
Jesus, glorious brightness, flame of love
Jesus, filling hearts and minds with life
Hear our prayer have mercy,
Hear our prayer have mercy
Give us your peace
A jolly tune to take away any idea that the Mass is a sacrifice.
So what was my response? Am I a hypocrite? Did I pray fervently for this guitar strumming lady and her parish? God alone knows the true nature of my response.
We take an elderly couple to Mass each week and the choices of music provoked an interesting conversation on the way home. My husband and I were in full adult catechesis mode, we are really growing to love and cherish that couple, Pentecost is wonderful!