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2378: St Mary's
Roman Catholic Cathedral, Edinburgh, Scotland |
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Photo: ©
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Mystery
Worshipper: Deputy Verger.
The church:
The
Metropolitan Cathedral Church of Our Lady of the Assumption,
Edinburgh, Scotland.
Denomination:
Roman Catholic,
Archdiocese
of St Andrews and Edinburgh.
The building:
In a city of major landmarks, it’s a minor landmark. A large,
rather square stone church with ornamental spires but no tower
or steeple. It sits on a busy junction at the east end of town.
Inside, it’s a highly ornamented but open space, not sectioned
off into lots of little chapels. In fact, there only seemed
to be two, one each side of the high altar. On the gospel side
it was clearly a Lady chapel, and on the other side is the national
shrine to St Andrew, patron saint of Scotland, complete with
two relics and a rather modern icon. A fresco on the arch over
the entrance to the sanctuary depicts Mary being crowned Queen
of Heaven, attended by angels of all ranks. There was an interesting
rope sculpture of the crucifixion in the north entrance hall,
also very modern.
The church:
St Mary’s Cathedral is the mother church of Roman Catholicism
in Scotland. They offer a daily mass in the Polish language,
and more than one a day in English. Sherlock Holmes’s creator,
Arthur Conan Doyle, was baptised here. There is a café attached
to the church, accessed through the porch. There’s a new Saturday
market offering food, clothes, crafts and general wares on the
open space in front of the cathedral.
The neighbourhood:
St Mary’s sits at the east end of the centre of Edinburgh, with
the Episcopal cathedral of the same name at the west end. There’s
a modern shopping centre next door. It’s on a busy couple of
corners, with theatres, restaurants and shops all around.
The cast: There was one priest, assisted at communion by a layman from the congregation. No names, sorry.
The date & time:
Friday, 11 May 2012, 12.45pm.
What was the name of the service?
Mass.
How full was the building?
There were probably close to 50 individuals scattered throughout
the capacious nave. Very few pairs, couple or groups – mostly
individuals. I'm sure it's a different story on a Sunday.
Did anyone welcome you personally?
No. I came through the porch entrance. A couple of women were
talking, but they paid me no attention. Nor I them.
Was your pew comfortable?
Wooden chair, fit for purpose. It was fine. Long fold-up kneeler
rail.
How would you describe
the pre-service atmosphere?
Once through the porch into the church itself, people were sitting or kneeling, in complete silence.
What were the exact opening words of the
service?
"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the
Holy Spirit."
What books did the congregation use during the
service?
Nothing. Everyone knew the responses by heart. I looked around afterwards and there was nothing available even if I had wanted it.
What musical instruments were played?
None, it was just a said mass.
Did anything distract you?
The building distracted me. I was visiting the city and I had
never been here before. I found lots to look at. The stations
of the cross were all in a row close together on the north wall,
and from my distance many of them looked quite similar. There
was a parade of painted crowned kings’ heads on buttresses (atlantids)
around the roof and I wondered who they all were. They looked
like figureheads on the bow of a ship, except they were male.
Was the worship stiff-upper-lip, happy clappy, or
what?
It was functional, almost perfunctory. It was a midday mass and it did what it said on the label.
Exactly how long was the sermon?
2 minutes.
On a scale of 1-10, how
good was the preacher?
7 The priest was succinct, to the point; he actually
spoke quite quickly but he was easily understood. It was too
short a homily to judge him by, really. I was surprised there
was a homily at all, however brief.
In a nutshell, what was
the sermon about?
It was about Jesus’ commandment to love one another. That’s
all we have to do. We get bogged down in rules and regulations
and lose sight of the simple command just to come to every task
and every person with love. Coming to the eucharist in community
is one way we can do that.
Which part of the service was like being in
heaven?
I thought the building was lovely. Clear windows up high let
in lots of light. I liked the wide unobstructed space.
And which part was like being in... er... the other place?
Well, call me greedy, but I do prefer communion in both kinds.
I was wondering whether Scotland is a bit like Ireland in only
offering communion in one kind to the congregation; however,
I have it on good authority that that's not the case, so perhaps
in the interest of expedience in the middle of the day, they
just don’t bother passing the chalice.
What happened when you hung around after the service looking lost?
I wandered around unhindered, enjoying a good look at the shrine to St Andrew.
How would you describe the after-service
coffee?
There is a café attached to the church. One doesn’t expect refreshments after a weekday lunch-time mass, after all.
How would you feel about making this church your regular (where 10 = ecstatic, 0 = terminal)?
3 Nice building, but nothing else commended it.
Did the service make you feel glad to be a
Christian?
Not particularly, but nor did it put me off. It was functional but by no means uplifting.
What one thing will you remember about all this in seven days' time?
The painted kings holding the roof up. |
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