Ministries Even in Los Angeles, this drives worth
it
By TIM JOHNSTON
Special to the National Catholic Reporter
St. Monicas Parish has a San Fernando Valley Faith Group. If
you know Los Angeles, you know how weird that sounds -- a parish in trendy
Santa Monica with a faith group more than 20 miles away, separated by what is
widely regarded as the worst of L.A.s eternally congested freeways.
Yet the group meets every Thursday evening at 7:30. Like most
faith groups, these 10 people look forward to the opportunity to connect, to
deepen their faith and discuss how they contributed to various parish
ministries. Even more remarkable, they represent just a few of the hundreds who
drive long distances to go to church.
Im part of this group. Living over 20 miles away, an average
trip to Mass takes me at least a half-hour -- assuming accidents, construction
or road rage dont prolong the drive, and they almost always do. While
most Angelenos think nothing of driving such distances for a ball game, dinner
or a night at the theater, most would find it faintly ridiculous to go that far
for Mass.
So what is it about this parish that has attracted so many? Why
are we willing to drive so far simply to be part of it?
St. Monicas was that church on the West Side of L.A. that I
had always heard about. Even though it had a wonderful reputation, I never
bothered to brave the distance on my own initiative. My introduction was in
response to a personal invitation -- an acquaintance suggested that I come and
check it out.
Finding the church was no problem. Surrounded by scaffolding, the
building was undergoing rebuilding after being destroyed in the Northridge
earthquake of January 1994. Each of the Masses, including the famed 5:30 -- the
one that attracted throngs of young seekers -- was celebrated in the high
school gymnasium.
Actually, the gym was the perfect venue. The gathering felt in
some ways more like a spirited theatrical performance than the dry-as-dust fare
of so many parishes. I was immediately attracted to the sense of community. The
music was spirit-filled -- vibrant and professional. Everyone was singing, not
just the chosen few in the choir. With seating on both sides and a makeshift
altar on the floor, the overflowing congregation somehow made a connection.
When construction was completed, the warmth of the gym experience
moved into the church along with the congregation. The music continued to be
the highlight, and practically everyone continued to sing. There was a feeling
of welcome from the moment Mass began.
I was struck by the enthusiasm of the predominantly young adult
crowd. The cantor asked visitors to stand and be recognized. The congregation
applauded, and those sitting next to the visitors helped to put newcomers at
ease. The entire congregation then introduced themselves. Even after an
hour-and-a-half liturgy, most remained until the last note of the recessional
and, before leaving the church, they rewarded the choir with a thunderous round
of applause.
I initially expected the standard exodus that streams toward the
parking lot at the end of Mass. This parish was different. The end of Mass
seemed to mark the beginning, rather than the end, of communion. A welcome
table was the official vehicle, but the hundreds of conversations that occurred
on the patio seemed to be where the real welcome was taking place.
After attending a few of these liturgies, my curiosity got the
better of me. I decided to jump into parish ministry with both feet -- a
baptism by full immersion. Ministry at St. Monicas is unique. The few
ministries that are highlighted here serve only to illuminate my personal
preferences.
One of the basics at St. Monicas is the YMA (Young
Ministering Adults). For many, this is the cement that helps to bind the
members to the church. For me, it was a connection that provides a glimpse into
why I travel so far.
When I first joined St. Monicas, I decided to get involved
in just about everything that the YMA was doing. I organized coffee houses,
planned speaker forums and worked the annual fundraiser known as Octoberfaire.
At each event, I met more and more people. Those who gathered after the 5:30
Mass were no longer a sea of unfamiliar faces. Rather, these were people with
whom I had worked. Now I was not only going to church, I was going to see a
large number of new friends.
Before long, I became a member of the core team leading both Peace
and Justice and Special Events ministries. The Peace and Justice committee had
one activity each month. The highlights included running a Thanksgiving
clothing drive, assisting at a Catholic Worker soup kitchen and organizing
trips to El Hogar, an orphanage in Mexico. Each of these activities appealed to
different people and enjoyed tremendous popularity.
The special events ministry also sponsored a major event each
month. Dances, coffee houses and even a concert for the entire parish provided
community that extended beyond the Mass. These activities were just plain
fun.
YMA activities worked because the organizational structure was
already in place. The leadership listened to and understood the people who were
involved in the life of the parish. Many attempts were made to accommodate the
needs of young adults. Meetings were held in the evenings. Refreshments were
always provided. Outreach efforts included new member dinners, game nights and
newsletter stuffing parties.
The YMA complemented the Mass and continued to meet the spiritual
needs of parish young adults. During the traditional school year, Vespers
occurred every Tuesday evening. Retreats occurred twice a year. Prayer journals
were distributed during Lent.
Led by parishioners for parishioners, these highly developed
programs offered the opportunity for people to share and to deepen their faith.
Ultimately, these experiences bonded me to the church and helped me to carry
Sunday Mass into the week.
Today, a casual walk around the parish reveals a church that is
full of life. The parking lot is scarcely ever empty, and room constraints
provide a constant challenge for those who manage the facility. During the rush
of the year, it is sometimes difficult to comprehend the volume of work that
these ministries perform.
There is perhaps no better display of the level of involvement
than at the Volunteer Appreciation Dinner. To the hundreds of volunteers at St.
Monicas, this dinner is a much anticipated annual event. The auditorium
is packed as people from all walks of life fill the room with exciting chatter.
It is, in real and important ways, family time.
Ministry at St. Monicas offered a chance to serve both the
parish and the surrounding community. The relationships I formed simply made
the Mass more relevant.
Both made the drive worthwhile.
Tim Johnston writes from Van Nuys, Calif.
National Catholic Reporter, September 25,
1998
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