To
Sunday morning mass at Cîteaux. As far as I could make out, the sermon was
about the persecution of Christians throughout the world. Christians of various
persuasions have done their fair share of persecuting down the ages but
nowadays they (we) are exclusively on the receiving end. Not here in western
Europe, of course, where Roman Catholicism is an appeased creed, at ease with itself and its surroundings. It is
refreshing to see people from all walks of life congregating together, with far
less attention paid to correct “Sunday” attire than when I was a boy. The
Church appears more social and less society than in the post-war years, by
which I mean open to all, NOT singing and clapping in the aisles! What a
ghastly thought!
Speaking
of Cîteaux reminds me that perhaps the finest example of the true meaning of
the mass I have ever seen was when I attended a mass at the Chartreuse in
Dijon. The congregation consisted of inmates from the institution's psychiatric
wards: the lost, the tormented, the sick at heart.
Cîteaux
itself is historically significant but otherwise fairly unremarkable, unlike its
sister abbey of Sénanque surrounded by lavender fields at the foot of the Lubéron
hills.
Sénanque Abbey |
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