A few years ago I had to walk out of Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve. Sounds a bit bah-humbug, doesn’t it? Stick with me for a sec. I
love Midnight Mass, although I’m not a Catholic, and I’ve been going
along for about 20 years at Christmas, although I always have to go by
myself because nobody in the family will come. For me, it’s not
Christmas till I’ve sung Silent Night by candlelight.
The Catholics do it better than anyone. In my 20 years of solo Christmas Eve action, I’ve attended all kinds of denominations and churches for Christmas Eve services, and I must admit: there’s nothing like the Catholic St Mary’s Cathedral in Sydney City for incense and Latin and blokes shuffling round in frocks — all the essential ingredients for a real feeling of festivity.
http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/rendezview/the-moment-i-gave-up-on-the-catholic-church/story-fnpug1jf-1227366818848
The Catholics do it better than anyone. In my 20 years of solo Christmas Eve action, I’ve attended all kinds of denominations and churches for Christmas Eve services, and I must admit: there’s nothing like the Catholic St Mary’s Cathedral in Sydney City for incense and Latin and blokes shuffling round in frocks — all the essential ingredients for a real feeling of festivity.
http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/rendezview/the-moment-i-gave-up-on-the-catholic-church/story-fnpug1jf-1227366818848