Of Latin Mass and Temple Churches...
Meant to blog this on Sunday, but I was too busy. Been busy the whole week, so I've only found the time to write this now.
It all started with me oversleeping last Sunday morning. I woke up at 1010, too late to make it to Newman House, so I whipped out my laptop and goggled for masses in my area. As it were, there was a 11am service at St Etheldreda's Church, a 15 minute walk from my hall. In my haste, I ignored 2 words in brackets, that would later come to haunt me - (Sung Latin).
I raced across the Blackfriars towards church and was pleased to arrive in good time. The church looked really old and apparently it is the oldest church in all of England. I was awed in particular, by the magnificent stained glass windows that adorned the walls of the main chapel. This picture should give you a better idea of the beauty of the church.

My awe turned to horror as the priest started the mass in Latin. Only then did it occur to me what 'Sung Latin" meant. It meant the WHOLE mass was sung in Latin. With the exception of the readings, gospel and homily, I was pretty much flabbergasted at the utterances of the congregation, as I moved my lips, hoping that some divine intervention would allow me to join in the chorus of voices.
To be honest, it was not really all that bad. The choir was lovely and the mass was really beautiful (save for the fact that I didn't understand half of it.
On Wednesday, I had lunch with J Fok in Temple, a short 5 minute walk away for the LSE. Basically, what it is is one of the four inns of Court, sort of like a guild house for lawyers. Thanks to J Fok being a lawyer in training, I had the pleasure of being his guest for lunch in the Banquet Room of Middle Temple.
It looked like a scene out of Harry Potter, with long tables stretching the length of the hall and a long table in the front for the Temple's members of the Bench. Everything, from the plates, to the chairs to the tables were adorned with the crest of Middle Temple - a lamb carrying a standard. The walls were filled with the numerous crests, presumably that of the Knights Templar, who used to occupy these buildings. Its a pity I couldn't take pictures, but the interior of the hall was truly beautiful.
The food was as good or even better than the decor. The roasted pork loin melted in my mouth and the crackling that accompanied it sent shivers down my spine. Jon's soup tasted so rich and fresh, even though it was just chicken and vegetable soup. (we nearly gave it a miss thanks to its unassuming name)
We adjourned to Temple Church for a quick visit. For the uninitiated, this was the location of one of the climatic scenes in Dan Brown's Da Vinci Code. The architecture was nice, though it didn't really stir up too strong emotions in me. Might come back soon though. Apparently a pretty good choir comes to sing here every Sunday.
It all started with me oversleeping last Sunday morning. I woke up at 1010, too late to make it to Newman House, so I whipped out my laptop and goggled for masses in my area. As it were, there was a 11am service at St Etheldreda's Church, a 15 minute walk from my hall. In my haste, I ignored 2 words in brackets, that would later come to haunt me - (Sung Latin).
I raced across the Blackfriars towards church and was pleased to arrive in good time. The church looked really old and apparently it is the oldest church in all of England. I was awed in particular, by the magnificent stained glass windows that adorned the walls of the main chapel. This picture should give you a better idea of the beauty of the church.

My awe turned to horror as the priest started the mass in Latin. Only then did it occur to me what 'Sung Latin" meant. It meant the WHOLE mass was sung in Latin. With the exception of the readings, gospel and homily, I was pretty much flabbergasted at the utterances of the congregation, as I moved my lips, hoping that some divine intervention would allow me to join in the chorus of voices.
To be honest, it was not really all that bad. The choir was lovely and the mass was really beautiful (save for the fact that I didn't understand half of it.
On Wednesday, I had lunch with J Fok in Temple, a short 5 minute walk away for the LSE. Basically, what it is is one of the four inns of Court, sort of like a guild house for lawyers. Thanks to J Fok being a lawyer in training, I had the pleasure of being his guest for lunch in the Banquet Room of Middle Temple.
It looked like a scene out of Harry Potter, with long tables stretching the length of the hall and a long table in the front for the Temple's members of the Bench. Everything, from the plates, to the chairs to the tables were adorned with the crest of Middle Temple - a lamb carrying a standard. The walls were filled with the numerous crests, presumably that of the Knights Templar, who used to occupy these buildings. Its a pity I couldn't take pictures, but the interior of the hall was truly beautiful.
The food was as good or even better than the decor. The roasted pork loin melted in my mouth and the crackling that accompanied it sent shivers down my spine. Jon's soup tasted so rich and fresh, even though it was just chicken and vegetable soup. (we nearly gave it a miss thanks to its unassuming name)
We adjourned to Temple Church for a quick visit. For the uninitiated, this was the location of one of the climatic scenes in Dan Brown's Da Vinci Code. The architecture was nice, though it didn't really stir up too strong emotions in me. Might come back soon though. Apparently a pretty good choir comes to sing here every Sunday.

