I was an altar boy, and I used to relish the moment at which I'd ring the bell. There was a funny little power trip to delaying it for the tiniest fraction of a second. I haven't been to a mass in a while, but I'm still enamored of Catholic ceremonial pomp.
I always liked the singing. There was a weird mystical quality to hymns; it was strange & fascinating that certain songs-- and not others!-- were ones that God was listening to.
The transcendence of the consecration amid the mundanity of the liturgy is a glimpse of eternity poking through time. My father used to emphasize the fact that a priest could be a lush, a louse, a grievous sinner, and could still perform the miracle of the consecration. I always liked that.
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