Sunday Mass in Dilla

One of things that I will miss is celebrating mass at Mary Help of Christians Church, which is a truly joyful experience. While they follow the Latin rite (in the north they use the Ge’ez rite, which is the local equivalent of giving a mass in Latin), there are several aspects of this mass that makes it a tad more special from what I am used to in the U.S.   The gem of this church is its choir. It is made up of about 15-20 high school and university students that take up at least six benches.  They are led by a keyboard player and drummer and they sing and clap through about 10-12 songs during a Sunday mass. Everyone joins in with the clapping as the singing and music is infectious.

Mary Help of Christians is a cavernous church, tall at its center, and supported by an intricate latticework of wooden beams. A beautiful horizontal arrangement of stained glass artwork lines the top of the center wall of the nave.  It depicts Jesus Christ in the middle, flanked by six disciples on either side. What makes it beautiful, (this goes for Ethiopian religious art in general) is its depiction of Jesus Christ and the apostles in darker skin as opposed to the lighter skin that I have been used to seeing for the better part of my life. Christianity has a deep history in Ethiopia (or Absyinnia, as it was previously called) and is mentioned on several occasions in the Bible, which makes it that more special that I chose to have my mission experience in Ethiopia.

At church, there is the custom for the women / girls to cover there head with a shawl, or “natale” in Amharic, which is a tradition from apostolic times.  Members of the parish tend to sit in gender groups rather than in families. The men usually dominate the center left aisle, while the women sit in the center right. The benches in the back are sprinkled with a mix of men and women and children.  The choir dominates the left wing where the young people sit while the smaller children mainly sit in the right wing.

The parishioners, especially the elderly ones, exhibit a deep reverence for the Lord, and often are found prostrate on the floor as they pray during the course of mass.  In particular, all the parishioners bow down in reverence to the Gospel book when it passes them by during its slow but ceremonious journey down the center aisle prior to the readings.

The chanting of prayers and hymns is absolutely beautiful to absorb in this church, and one does not need to understand the language to fully appreciate how they can all sing as one in such a beautiful chorus, especially the “Our Father,“ which is chanted in such a beautiful rhythmic manner. 

My favorite part is the time to give the sign of peace.  The priests and altar boys will come out to walk through the aisles to greet the parishioners. But what is even more “charming is that all the smaller children will walk up and down the pews to shake hands with you. I enjoy this custom because of its congenial nature and it allows the members of the parish to take their time to greet peace to one other.

Receiving the Eucharist is also different from the organized manner that I am used to at Roman Catholic churches where every pew goes in turn down the aisle. Rather, here everyone goes at his or her own time down the aisle to receive Communion. I have noticed that the elders will typically go first and then the younger people but the general sense is that you go whenever you are ready.

Another aspect of Ethiopian religion that is different from back home is the honorific manner in which brightly colored, ornate umbrellas are used inside the church to hold over the priests while they give the Eucharist.  And during the two-hour mass, parishioners can come to the altar at any time to bring offertory candles to Jesus Christ or the Virgin Mary, and even eggs or chicken are offered during feast days.

All in all, it’s amazing to see the faith that these people hold dear to, from the young to old, the child, father, grandfather, mother, etc.  It’s truly a Sunday occasion that I will miss and think of when I’m attending mass back home. I consider myself very lucky to have been stationed at the mission in Dilla where I was able to experience this beautiful mass over the past five months.