I attended my first Catholic mass here in Israel since my arrival. The catch is that, it was in Arabic, since Sunday is the start of the workweek and the only English mass is at nine in the morning. While I didn’t understand the sermon (only caught bits and pieces) thanks to the universal character of the Roman mass, I can respond in English in my head to whatever the priest had to say. I can read the missal slowly as well, so I knew how to do the responsorial psalm and the Gospel, except that its quite hard to understand what the whole thing means. But I suppose this is a good way to learn the language too.
What drove me to an Arabic mass today had something to do less with today being a Sunday than with something I happened to read online. For a short while, I felt like Harry Potter on Privet Drive during the summer. Oh well, c’est la vie. For now, I’ll go back to being torn between the Iranian protests and the Bar Ilan speech.
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