Attending mass in the Salzburg Cathedral was the most memorable experience of a wonderful trip to Europe this summer. The building’s interior was beautifully ornate, but not gaudy. The music included organ, orchestra and, I think, more than one choir. Add to that, awareness that this was the very church at which Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart was christened. In his role as Court Organist, Mozart composed much of his sacred music almost exclusively for this Cathedral.
I had two very strong impressions during this mass.
The first impression–It’s not about me.
The organ, choir and orchestra are placed behind the congregation. This placement reinforces the idea that I am not the primary audience for their performance.
Back home, it’s not about me either, but the praise band occupies the same place as a performance band, so I have to remember that they aren’t there to please me. It doesn’t matter if I don’t like the style in which the third song was presented. Nor does it matter that I don’t “feel” like praising God today, he’s worthy of my praise regardless of how I feel. The sermon’s relevance to me is not the standard by which it ought to be judged. Everything in any church service is directed toward the worship of the triune God. But back home, sometimes I forget.
In Salzburg Cathedral, I had no trouble remembering that this service wasn’t for my pleasure.
The whole thing was in German, and I don’t speak German. I ended up thinking about how the audience of every service, is God; he speaks German. He also “speaks” Evangelical, and Reformed and Catholic. I imagined how rich God’s experience of worship must be when he is being praised simultaneously in every language and cultural expression that there is and ever was.
And the benches. Even in this most beautiful of churches, the uniquely carved benches are quite uncomfortable. The seat is set at 90 degrees to the back, which has a board running across it as a elbow rest for the kneeler behind me. This makes it very uncomfortable to lean back. These seats were definitely not designed with my comfort in mind. It certainly is not about me.
Second impression–the mass and the cathedral represent the very best of human ability in craftsmanship, beauty, engineering, art and music.
Putting my two impressions together: the excellent music and building, which I so enjoyed because of their excellence, don’t exist for me at all. That I can see, hear and enjoy them is pure grace.
The grace I receive through the worship service in my home church is no less than that with which I was overwhelmed that Sunday morning is Salzburg; the only difference was my awareness of it.