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On January 31st, I attended the 11:15 service at Good Shepherd Catholic Church in Brossard. I do not have any religious background, but I would consider myself as Agnostic. I do believe that there is a greater power in this world that does have influence on beings and nature. Although, I have been in a Catholic place of worship, like the St Joseph Oratory when I was younger for a school outing, but never attended a service. Before entering the church I noticed a cross carved on the exterior of the building present above the tall glass window. The church was very architecturally modern compared to the stereotypical churches you would view in movies and tv shows or around Montreal. Once inside, the large cross hung was the first symbol or object to catch my attention. I noticed several bulletins and other books …show more content…
For example, a bulletin that the church created, which included announcements about upcoming events and other services. A prayer book and a book of hymns was also present for all to view and use during the mass. For the entirety of the service my attention was to the front where the altar is located. A podium, large table covered in white cloth with the Bible and candles was at the middle of the altar. In addition, beautiful stained coloured glass windows were present near the cross that illustrated religious characters. The service started when the pastor walked in with altar boys holding a bigger portable gold cross and candles, while a religious song was playing in the background. A prayer was said following the entrance following a reading from the Bible. Later on, a hymn was played and sung throughout the church by the pastor and others standing. The lyrics did not make me feel uncomfortable since I was not the only one not singing. The fact that no one was forcing me to believe,
After walking inside and trying to first experience, the church, and all its beauty and ornateness, I began examining the floor plan and elevations of the cathedral. Grace Cathedral was build in a gothic style, which it represents in its architecture inside and out. There were three huge rose windows. One at the very top of the main entrance and one on either end of the transept. There wer...
They started the service by blowing of a horn called the Shofar. It took me by surprise because I am used to an opening of prayer at my church and where we also have a contemporary ...
I am a nondenominational Christian and I decided to attend a catholic mass. I attended mass at the Conversion of St Paul Parish on April 6, 2014. The preside was Father Senan Glass and the starting time was 10am. The Conversion of St Paul Parish’s location is 4120 Euclid Ave, Cleveland, Ohio 44103. The church was very big and the stain glass windows were beautiful. At first, I felt uncomfortable because I did not know where to sit or what to do. I really did not have an idea of what to expect. Everything seemed very formal and the service was easy to follow because of the bulletin I was given, which had the order of service on it. The service was concise and it only lasted about an hour.
John Neumann Catholic church on Sunday with my friends. The outside of the church has a big cross hanged on top of the building, which is similar to all the Christian churches I saw before. Without mentioning this church is a catholic church, I would not be able to distinguish the difference between Christian and Catholic churches. When I first walked in the church, the interior was beautiful, but I was shocked when I saw a lady kneeling down pew kneeler. Then a group of people who were wearing whites vestment walked with a big cross on their hand, and there was one person who wore green vestment walked in the middle. The mass starts with a song, then a speech, then they talk about the book section. However, I have always heard the rumor that Catholics discourage Bible reading. This mass has proven this stereotype was incorrect. Catholics actually do read the bible and they also discuss about it during the mass. For the most of the time, they discuss the bible reading and sing. Also, as you can see in my Cultural Plunge picture #3, there is a photo of the mass schedule where listed the bible reading assignment for each mass. Towards the end of the ceremony, the priest told people to hold hands and pray, and they also ask everyone to introduce themselves to the people around them. Towards the end of the mass, there were people pass a basket around to collect money. I was a little to confuse about this process, but I believe this basket would be use for some good
Once the service started, my friend showed me where the schedule for the service was and what each number meant. There were different colors of numbers in the book and those indicated what section the reading or song was coming from. This was different from the church that I attend because we have a choir and a band that plays the songs and if you wish to join in you can but for the Catholic Church there is, no choir and the members of the church are the ones who sing. After some singing, the priest came up to talk and this is very different from what I expected. I was used to flipping through the channels and seeing the catholic churches with the priest who were a ...
The children looked to be high school age and were wearing a robe over their clothing. I was sitting in the back of the church and all the young adults came walking in from the main doors, coming into the what I will call the hall. In front of the young adults there was what looked to be middle school age kids carrying down a stick with Christ on the cross and candles on a stick. Following them was Father Richard and several other Fathers’ or priests from the congregation. The child then followed behind them in two signal lines, girls on the right and boys on the left.
It was magnificent. The first thing to catch my eye was a monstrous chandelier that hung from the 50 foot ceiling. It was awe inspiring. As my eyes surveyed the room, it was hard to miss the antique maple pews that provided seats for approximately 300 people. Plush emerald green carpet was the grounding to the room. It's path led directly up to the stage which was home to a variety of items. The band, pulpit, arid baptismal were the most obvious. Above the stage was a huge dome, it was colored in shades of blue, mauve, white, and several other soft accents. A bright light was right in the center of its point. Our gazing was soon interrupted when the official greeter returned. This time she was quick and to the point. She collected our cards and informed us that service was about to begin. Within a matter of minutes, a middle-aged man stepped up to the pulpit and asked us to stand.
The church external appearance was quite different than other churches that I have seen. It was basically a big white stucco block with a gold dome on top and four decorated spikes on each corner of the building that surrounded the dome. The people of course were all Greek and were very well dressed. Most of the men and boys all wore suits, and If not they had some kind of vest on. I don’t know if this was some kind of rule or tradition, but it mostly seemed as a respect to God. The women all wore the basic dresses, and all the skirts fell down below the knee. Everybody was proper and ordered. As I walked in the church I entered a lobby of some kind. What I saw hear was something like social hour. Everybody was in there. They were all speaking Greek, and I felt as if I was in a family reunion party. The children were all together; the adults talked together and the young adults all were together. The way they all socialize is when someone comes up to say hello, they give each other a kiss on the cheek and a hug. These people are all very close to each other. It seems as if the church is the center of their lives. I admire that trait as well. To enter the auditorium you must enter this little room, which has a piece of garment from St. Constantine and St. Helen. Also there were candles lit. As they walked through this little room they lit a candle and knelt down for a moment to pray, and then touched each garment and made a cross over their chest.
Before walking into the room where the service was held a lot of different things stood out to me. First off is the kippa. There was a table that was set up that had kippas in a basket for people. This was located in the lobby because the kippa is wore out of a sign of respect in this religion, so before entering they should want to show respect towards their religion is what one of the service ladies told me. The Congregation Beth Tephilath Moses is a reform
There are three doors of that room, one half-sized main door in the middle with red curtain on back, two small side doors. On the top of wooden wall, there is a painting like The Last Supper, Jesus Christ with his 12 follower sitting at table. In addition, on the top of the roof, there are 13 windows, one is an octahedron on the middle top of that individual room, and six windows on each side. Compare with the churches I have been before, the Holy Ascension Orthodox Christian Church doesn’t have any colorful glasses, but it has a lot of painting about Jesus Christ, church’s religion. On that wooden wall, Jesus Christ’s Painting is on the right, and Virgin Mary on the
I chose to visit a catholic church, as I was interested in how the experience would be based on what I’ve heard others say about the religion and other notions I’ve come to gather. I ended up going to The Resurrection Catholic Parish, which is located on 21060 Sw Stafford Road in Tualatin, Oregon. The original Resurrection church was founded in 1978 as a mission of Our Lady of the Lake Parish in Lake Oswego, Oregon. In November of 1992, the church was able to move to its present site, which is actually the site of a former equestrian center. After much remodeling with many donations, the church you see now came to be.
Attending my First Mass For my stepping out paper I went to Sunday Mass at Holy Name Roman Catholic Church. Since I am Jewish, this is an environment that I have not experienced and one that I am not familiar with at all. I went to Mass with a friend from my learning community last year and she was kind enough to walk me through the differences in prayer between Judaism and Catholicism. During the service, I learned that despite our visible outer differences, we all have many similarities that connect us as one human race.
As a art major in my early art classes we got to study a lot of Catholic Churches, I always found interesting how they used to have amazing paintings and statues. Although I learned in class, that these artworks were use as effort from the Catholic Church to communicate to those that were illiterate on the early ages were learning how to write and read was a privilege or a trade. Every time I pass through Catholic Church I’ve been intrigued by the Jesus in the cross. That’s why for this project I did some research and I decided to assist to the Good Friday service at the local Catholic Church.
For this project I chose to visit a nearby catholic church on Miccosukee road called Blessed Sacrament Catholic Church on November 29, 2014. I chose to go to a catholic church because some of my catholic friends told me to visit and I chose Blessed Sacrament Catholic Church because it wasn’t far from my apartments. Some of the things I observed when visiting the church was how quite it was , seeing how everyone who entered the church dipped their hands in what is called holy water and before everyone sat down they would bow or kneel down. Also before the mass they rang a bell telling everyone that the mass has started and a little girl probable 10 years old walked down the aisle to light a candle. Walking into a big building, seeing unfamiliar faces saying “hello” to as many people as I can, I then headed towards two big wooden doors that were fixed in the space, I open them and inside I
I was four years old in 1964, and had grown accustomed to my weekly childhood routine. Like any day in church, I situated myself in, the warmth of the sunlight streaming from the stained glass window, at the end of our habitual pew. Then, on the morning of the First Sunday of Advent, something jarring happened at the moment the mass began. On any other Sunday in the past, the priest and altar boys would enter the rear of the church in silence, but now the whole church was singing verses of a processional hymn. Nothing prepared me for what came next; Monsieur faced the crowd and spoke in English for the first time and said “The Lord be with you”, and expected us all to respond, “And also with you”.