This morning I attended mass at Our Lady of Snow in Wheatridge, Colorado. I picked up a one page bulletin and was surprised to read: Please follow the dress code for our church; women and girls please wear dresses/skirts and head coverings and men should wear dress slacks and ties to mass. Please make sure all clothing meets Catholic standards of modesty. Most of the persons followed the rules but I did see somepeople that did not.
There is a book store that sells missals, religious books, and veils for the women. At the entrance there is a place where one can pick up a veil before entering the church. When mass began the first thing I noticed was that the priest had his back to the congregation. If there were readings, the priest may have sung them in Latin. He did give the homily in English and faced the people but the majority of the mass he had his back to us. Everything else at the mass was in Latin and all the hymns were also in Latin.
When I arrived and sat down, the Rosary was been prayed. Those prayers were in English and exactly like the Rosary I know. I expected to see a statue of the Blessed Mother that resembled other pictures of Our Lady of the Snows but there weren't any. I did see Our Lady of Fatima, St. Joseph, St. Theresa, St. Anthony, and many other saint statues. The large stained glass windows were decorated with different saints and the Stations of the Cross were also the same as any other Catholic church.
The ringing of the bells at the consecration and the long communion railing brought back memories of when I was growing up. When I heard the bells I automatically struck my breast. Communion is taken at a long communion rail and the priest places the host on the tongue. There is no taking the host in the hand. I noticed the host was smaller and not as crisp as in my church and by the time I reached my seat it had dissolved and I was able to swallow it without chewing. I liked that aspect of the host.
What I noticed is that everyone held their hands as if they were praying and kept their eyes looking down. After mass people were going down some stairs for breakfast that the nuns had prepared. I was invited by a friendly lady and everyone seemed very friendly and kind. A proud Dad, holding a two month old baby, stopped to chat with me. A young man showed me where materials about the church were kept. I was surprised that no one knew the story of Our Lady of the Snows.
Outside there is a large grotto with Our Blessed Mother with other saints.