Weekend Mass Times:
Sun: 9:15am, 10:15am (Chinese), 11:30am (Spanish), 12:45pm, 7pm
Weekday Mass Times:
M-F: 9am, 12:10pm; Fri: 7:30pm (Spanish); Sat: 9am
Confession: Sat: 4:30-5:30pm; Sun: 6-6:45pm
Adoration: (Lower Church) Fri: After 12:10pm Mass - 3pm
(Lower Church) 9am Mass, 11am Chinese Mass, Adoration after Spanish 7:30pm Mass - 9:30pm
Basilica Schola chants Evening Prayer/Vespers at 6:30 pm
Spanish Prayer Group: Every Friday after 7:30pm Mass - 9:30pm
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My experience this week was fantastic.
I visited this church remembering somewhere in the recesses of my mind that a scene from The Godfather had been filmed here. And as I sneaked in a little bit late (having had some issue finding the front door - it's on Mott Street, by the way, not Mulberry,) I was pleasantly surprised to hear the priest beginning his Homily by discussing that very scene.
You know the scene: the baptism scene at the end of the film, where Michael Corleone becomes the Godfather to his sister's child, renouncing Satan, all the while a series of mob hits are being carried out under his orders. It's a beautiful juxtaposition of the appearance of good and the reality of evil. The priest mentioned it in relation to the past few Gospels that highlight Satan working to fill our lives with sin.
I know the times my life has been filled with sin - which reminds me I probably need to go to confession again very soon - which also reminds me that I just read about indulgences being offered once again in the Church.
The priest's words about The Godfather were pertinent to me as I have become an uncle to a little girl who will be my Godchild. Over the next couple months before I travel back for the baptism, I need to figure out the duties one must fulfill to be a successful and faithful Godparent in this modern age - a time where religion and faith are slipping through our collective fingers and sin wages a war on us, wearing and tearing us down.
The old Cathedral of St. Patrick is a fantastic church and is decorated beautifully with stained glass and statues everywhere you turn. It seemed large yet it was also cozy and comfortable - not at all like any of my experiences at the current Cathedral. The congregation was a mix of young and old, and everyone seemed attentive and happy to be there - it was a good feeling. It was a mix of simplicity and tradition, history and faith, a classic Catholic church in the middle of SoHo.
I have finally managed to rid myself of the debt that has, for the most part, plagued me since moving to NYC over two and a half years ago. I no longer want to be part of the problem of the economic crisis, no longer wish to to partake in my generation's selfish gluttony or demand for material satisfaction. Is it possible to live simply and humbly in this city with all it's distractions, money and status worship, and pure material greed? Those things seem contagious somehow, and myself highly susceptible to all of it.
With Lent two weeks away I am planning on giving up the boozing again - but only for forty days. It was proposed that I give it up forever. Hmmm. With an indefinite amount of time before me, I have serious doubts I could do this.
Having finished getting my new apartment together I suddenly realized that I've turned my new bedroom into a kind of hermitage.
How many of us have done that, I wonder?
Finding solace in this city away from the city.
Having put up shelves and arranging everything so-so I realize it's become more a workroom than a bedroom.
Arranging my new place, going through old journals, I stumbled upon my final thoughts from Aug-7-2000, when I found myself on a road trip through various U.S. cities:
What have I discovered?Has anything changed?
I spend a lot of money.
There are a lot of beggars.
Cities are big.
Souvenirs are always crappy.
Home is where and what you make of it.
I like camping.
Journals are hard to maintain.
I don't miss working.
After Mass, I wandered SoHo for awhile taking in the people and the views...