Last night I attended the Mass for the Brazilian community. It was a great experience. I had planned to simply sit in the congregation, since in my mind I'm still working on my Portuguese and am not that fluent yet, however the priest invited me to sit up in the sanctuary with the rest of the servers. I was able to follow the whole Mass, though I still needed to use a worship aid for the creed and other responses. The Society of St. Paul puts out great worship aids that have every single part of the Mass on them, the parish uses these in lieu of missals, and it certainly came in handy.
Last night's Mass was also special because the
Heralds of the Gospel were visiting with a statue of our Lady of Fatima which is making a pilgrimage around the US. What little I know about the Heralds I learned last night. From their website, "Comprised mainly of young people, this Association is established in 57 countries. Its members practice celibacy, and are entirely dedicated to apostolate, living in separate houses designated for young men and young women.Their life of recollection, study and prayer alternates with evangelizing activities in dioceses and parishes, with special emphasis placed on the formation of youth...Three essential pillars: The spirituality of the Heralds is based on three essential points: The Eucharist, Mary and the Pope.
Their habits look very much like the dress of a medieval herald, quite appropriately. Apart from their Marian focus, they serve in a wide array of ministries. Their participation at Mass was quite awesome. They processed in with a statue at the begin, and during the elevations of the host and the chalice, two of them flanked the altar and blew trumpets. Albeit unusual, it was a good reminder of the fact that we were in the presence of our King. At the end of Mass they led the congregation in honoring Mary and the statue which they had brought in procession was crowned.
After Mass, the priest introduced me to the community. Once outside the Church there was the usual greeting of parishioners, and that's where the title of this post comes from. The parishioners spoke mostly Portuguese, some were Spanish speakers and a few spoke English. At one point I was chatting back and forth in Portuguese, Spanish and English, when all of a sudden my brain just froze. I was trying to respond to someone that had just said something simple in Portuguese, and nothing was coming out. My confusion only lasted a split second, but it was both a little embarrassing and extremely funny as I had thoughts of the gears in my mind jamming as they were trying to switch between dictionaries. People were kindly complimentary on my Portuguese, and one woman even asked me what part of Brazil I was from!
After Mass a few of the parishioners invited me out to dinner. It was a great ending to my first full Sunday in the parish.