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10 April 2011: Fifth Sunday of Lent

As we move towards Easter (see Easter Services under the Mass Times link to your left), we take some time to reflect on what the Mass means to others.

Mass at St Ignatius' Church

The traditional name for the Eucharist is the Mass, which is derived from the Latin original of these last word: ite missa est. Literally that means: ‘Go, She is sent’, presumably the Church. So we gather as individuals, bringing to the Eucharist our private dramas, our hopes and our hurts, but we are sent out as a community, members of the Body of Christ, ‘I and no longer I’. We are gathered into communion so as to be sent out again. We are sent out so as to come back. This is the breathing of the Church.

Timothy Radcliffe OP

Our church was burnt down so the Mass was held in a little café in the room above the restaurant. It was an extraordinary setting. It reminded me of the apostles in the upstairs room. The doors were open and we were just sort of looking out at the sky. It was very quiet and very peaceful for the first time for me in the week following the fire. We sat and started with a song and I love music and I love to sing but I couldn’t sing. I was really, really deeply moved and I cried for a while initially. I think it was because I finally found that I was in touch again with the core of me that I hadn’t had time to look at since the fire. It was like touching humanity again, touching the core of all of us. I felt I had lost sight of God for all of that time and here we were again. It was a really quiet and beautiful Mass and we were all just grateful to be there.

Mary Ann Howell after the Black Saturday bushfires in Victoria, Australia

The Eucharist and the poor are but one love for me.

Mother Teresa of Calcutta