Anchoring the Île de la Cité in the heart of Paris sits a cathedral well-known for its western-facing towers and majestic French Gothic architecture. Brimming with more history than it has visitors each year, the Notre Dame Cathedral practically defines Christian sites in the city. On a brisk, cloudy fall day, my husband and I took a long and scenic walk along the right bank of the River Seine early on a Sunday morning. The street artists had their carts closed up, the tourist river boats were docked and workers were preparing them for that evening’s special meal. I remember a quietness about the city as I wondered if the sprinkles of cold water I felt on my cheeks might turn into raindrops.
The bell was ringing as we approached the cathedral. All of a sudden, the quiet city became more clamorous with the sound of visitors from all over the world admiring the church and the flutter of hundreds of pigeons looking for seeds and bread. We entered through a door under the north tower and found chairs near the back of the Cathedral. Mass was about to start.
I hadn’t ever been to Mass before. I couldn’t understand Latin or French. But as the service started, it immediately felt worshipful. It began with an entrance chant. A monophonic, cascading tune that rang throughout the domed ceiling of the space. Hard to describe in words, the Gregorian chants throughout the service set a tone of complete reverence. Even with tourists continuously walking the perimeter of the building, I felt centered, still, focused. The music captivated me beyond the French liturgies and prayers; it allowed me a chance to participate in worship in a way I had never known before.
I believe that music opens our spirits to something hard to define yet easy to appreciate. It is a kind of beauty that lifts our eyes to heaven to say, “thank you.” I am so grateful for the ecumenical spirit of Notre Dame de Paris, thankful for the gift of music, and humbled by the incredibly moving experience of attending Mass in a city where I didn’t speak the language, didn’t know a soul, but felt connected in the Spirit beyond it all.
Beth Armstrong, Director of Adult Ministries
