AFTERWORD
Liturgy, as a human institution, is dynamic. While it
celebrates the unchanging Eternity of God, liturgy itself
is constantly evolving. The ceremonial set forth in this volume is not meant
to be construed as having been
dictated on stone tablets by a mighty voice, or, for that matter, a still small
one. Nor is it presented as the one
and only correct way of doing things. Practical necessity, such as architectural
restrictions or unexpected
contingencies, may prescribe variations in other times and places. There is
the famous story of a Christmas
Eve Midnight Mass during which a tree placed in the sanctuary caught fire.
A commendably calm acolyte
fetched the fire extinguisher, doused the flame, and went back to his place
in the liturgy; all with the proper
reverence and so smoothly that a visitor afterwards commented to the Rector
that she loved "the ceremony
of the burning bush"!
Other accidents of nature may from time to time intrude
upon ceremonial. The potent symbolism of taking
the Rogation Procession outdoors must revert to more subtle imagery when a
spring downpour forces the
procession to remain inside. Perhaps this is God's own sense of humor at work.
That He has a sense of
humor is evident from the fact that He created the cats who have from time
to time visited the Advent during
Divine Worship, leading to the solemn rite (not included in this volume) of
the Removal of the Cat, wherein
the Acolyte shall reverently transfer the animal to the possession of an usher,
who shall gently deposit the cat
in the garden; this ritual to be repeated five minutes later when the cat inevitably
comes back in.
One thing liturgy is not is a stage for individual performance.
The purpose of undifferentiated vestments is to
impose anonymity; each server's personality, with all its quirks and
qualities good and bad, must give way to
the corporate standard and practice. Despite the temptation presented to the
thurifer in a Solemn Procession
with "360's," or to the Sacred Ministers wearing the glorious vestments
of high feast days, there are no
"stars" in worship. Even the Celebrant is simply fulfilling his appointed
office. Nothing that happens in the
liturgy should call attention to the person(s) carrying out the action - everything
is directed, and should draw
all the senses, to God.
Liturgy is subject to human failings, however. Perhaps
the thurifer will absent-mindedly go up the wrong
aisle, or out the west door when he was supposed to go around the corner. Rather
than leave him to his own
embarrassment, the graceful solution is simply to follow him, and hope to right
his course with a discreet
whisper or two before the procession finds itself heading toward the Public
Garden. We may take our cue
from cats, who (when not paying their respects to the High Altar) have the
gift of falling off the back of the
sofa and making it look as if they intended to do that all along. In short,
rather than call attention to our
mistakes, we try to carry on with minimal disruption to the flow of the service.
It is the intention, rather than
the execution, that matters; the enthusiastic but tone-deaf communicant may
be making a frightful racket to
his more musically inclined pew-mate's ear, but in his own heart he
is making a joyful noise unto the Lord,
and that is what counts. And so we offer our worship to God with sincere hearts
and the prayer that He will
accept our offerings of prayer and praise and "pardon the imperfection
of our service."
Mercifully hear us, O Father, as we plead the sacrifice
of Thy Son, our Saviour Jesus Christ, and grant that the feebleness
of our intention may be perfected in the fullness of that intention
wherewith He offered himself upon the altar of the Cross; who now liveth
and reigneth with Thee and the Holy Ghost, ever one God, world without
end. Amen. |