In college my roommate was Maronite.
It was then that I learned how awesome they are.
If you have never been to a Maronite Liturgy, then start going.
In their rites, you hear prayed the very spoken language of Christ, Syriac. It will send chills down your spine.
Make a pilgrimage to this fine place of prayer, healing, and reconciliation:
The rector I met once in Italy, a very fine man. Ciao, Abouna!