I Am Not Hamlet

I attended mass/liturgy at an ethnic church yesterday-- St. Rafka --in the next town over from me. I had previously attended a Sunday evening liturgy with my family, but this time I was alone. The first time we went it was rather sparsely attended as their festival was occurring in the parking lot, so most parishioners were, I imagine, at the festival. Not to mention that Sunday evening services are only attended by those most serious about their faith. The liturgy was in English, though a few prayers were in Syriac (a dialect of Aramaic--the language Jesus spoke). Did I mention this was a Maronite-rite Catholic church? The Maronite rite is one of many in the Catholic church--known most famously for the Roman rite--that's what everyone thinks of when they hear or think of Catholic church. Anyway, this is a primarily Lebanese rite. Attendance yesterday was substantially more than the evening in August previously attended. And the prayers and songs! Many, many were in Arabic