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15 November 2010

The Alleluia

I'm blessed with the opportunity to attend Mass in the small chapel used by the parish for weekday masses once or twice each week.  There is a small, but loyal crowd; the Gospel is usually proclaimed in both Spanish and English.  The Mass is essentially prayed in English, with notable exceptions being the Lamb of God and Penitential Rite.  


But, that's not what this post is about.  Instead, I'd like to note the Alleluia.  There is a woman who sits in the third row of chairs who always begins the Alleluia.  At first ear, it might seem mournful or slow, but I wouldn't call it that.  Instead, I might suggest that it bears with it all of the pain, joy, sorrow, mirth and all of the other complex emotions we experience in life.  In a word, then, it's the most beautiful thing I hear each week:  A woman of considerable age beginning the same Alleluia on key and carrying with it the inexpressible and inexhaustible joy and sorrow of our life in Christ.

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