Last week Johnny and I visited Rome for several days. I love
the city not only for the obvious reasons of beauty and history, but also since
it is so easy to get everywhere by foot.
We stayed at a small hotel near Trevi Fountain and walked. One of my
favorite destinations is Santa Maria Maggiore. Its imposing architecture and
the golden splendour is very different
from anything I am used to in Judaism.
I have already visited the church, in my early twenties with
my husband Tzvi. It was our first journey abroad and we started in Rome. On
Sunday we went to Santa Maria Maggiore in time for Mass. It was held in one of
the small chapels and the congregation stood around in a circle. The service
was beautiful and moving, although we understood nothing. At the end the priest went around offering the congregation
the host. We didn’t know what to do, on the one hand, the Holy Bread was clearly
not for us to receive, on the other hand, could we refuse it? There was no time
to discuss what to do, but we were anxious: when in Rome do as the Romans do
etc. However, when the priest stood
close by he elegantly skipped us and gave it to the next person.
We were amazed, it is not as though we were the only
tourists in the crowd, as most of the
congregation was not Italian. We didn’t look or dress differently from the rest
of the people and we were as solemn as everyone else. How did the priest know?
At the time we didn't comprehend the gravity and the significance of the
ceremony and took the matter quite lightly.
Only years later when I studied the Church for my doctorate
on Barbara Pym, I learnt that in Catholicism the Holy Eucharist was the most
important of the seven sacraments. Pym was not Roman Catholic but Anglo-Catholic,
a faction of the Church of England which
is deeply influenced by Roman Catholicism. Thus the Anglo Catholic High
Mass is also a sensual experience with vivid colors, candles, organ music,
singing, incense, and fresh flowers and the clergy wear embroidered and
eucharistic vestment.
The Church, with all its ceremonies, is an important part
Pym's world and it is the setting of many of the scenes in her novels. In A
Glass of Blessings, for example, an Anglo-Catholic service is compared by the
protagonist to an Italian opera,
“The procession round the church with lighted candles
reminded me of a scene from an Italian opera – Tosca, I suppose. There was
something daring and Romish about the whole thing which added to one’s
enjoyment."
In P.D. James’ novel
Death in Holy Orders, which is devoted to the Church, abuse of the holy bread
at a small theological college in the remote coast of East Anglia is literally
a cause for murder.
I am not sure how the priest knew that we didn’t belong,
perhaps our body language revealed our reluctance. Non-verbal cues are not easy to explain, but I was relieved and thankful that the
astute priest did not put us in a position that would have showed lack of
respect to his faith.
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