|371: Cathedral Basilica of the Sacred Heart, Newark, New Jersey, USA|
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Mystery Worshipper: Brother Juniper.
The church: Cathedral Basilica of the Sacred Heart, Newark, New Jersey, USA.
Denomination: Roman Catholic.
The building: In this context, there was something special which I noticed perhaps "too obvious" to think of under other circumstances. Glancing about, one could see an entire cross section of the American public which Hollywood and television never capture. The cathedral is in a working class neighbourhood, in a city which has the highest crime rate in the United States, and where many are struggling merely to get by day to day. A glance about the congregation, and turning an ear to the few words exchanged, was poignant. Immigrants with the accents of many lands, others who would be the children of the immigrants of a generation ago, a number of fair skinned faces identifying those whose families once fled famine in Ireland. The cathedral itself was the work of 20th century immigrants, chapels to the various lands' patron saints flanking the high altar. The virtual montage, so in contrast to the silly stereotype of America as fabulously wealthy and absurdly optimistic, is quite a beautiful picture, and this is the community which is served by the cathedral.
The neighbourhood: Those unfamiliar with the geography of metropolitan New York City should know that Newark is directly across the river from lower Manhattan. Everyone present undoubtedly knew someone who had been working in the World Trade Centre when it collapsed three days before. Employees of the archdiocesan centre across the street had seen the disaster from the office windows. New York harbour, normally the site of tourist cruises and commuter runs, had military ships and ferries which were moving the dead to makeshift morgues on the other side of the river, and many of the injured to NJ hospitals.
The cast: Most Rev. Arthur Serratelli, regional bishop for Essex county, was the celebrant and homilist.
What was the name of the service?
Eucharist for the day of National Prayer and Reflection.
How full was the building?
Extremely crowded astonishingly so for a midday service on a Friday. A number of those in attendance were children in the uniforms of local Catholic schools and employees of the archdiocese (many of whom are not Roman Catholic).
Did anyone welcome you personally?
No everyone was bustling in from the pouring rain outside, and the supply of leaflets was depleted because the turnout was so high.
Was your pew comfortable?
It was standard.
How would you describe the pre-service atmosphere?
Tense. Everyone undoubtedly is in shock from the devastation that hit the area a few days earlier, and fearful of the war ahead. People shared sad smiles, but most were on their knees, heads bowed, before the service began. Many had obviously been crying.
What were the exact opening words of the service?
The sound system was poor, so I could not make out every word, but there was a mention of being saved by Jesus's cross, and something about solidarity.
What books did the congregation use during the service?
One-page service sheet with the music for the service.
What musical instruments were played?
Organ and the organist obviously was a highly accomplished musician. It is a shame that the musical selections were dreadful, and some of the tunes so weird that the congregation could have had no easy time trying to follow.
Did anything distract you?
The sound system not only carried little (I could not understand the bulk of the readings, petitions, or sermon) but had a good deal of static.
Was the worship stiff-upper-lip, happy clappy, or what?
The only word I can think of is bland.