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A First Reckoning With the Latin Mass
SO MUCH LIFE PACKED WITH SO MUCH QUIET
A First Reckoning With the Latin Mass
October 2005By Joseph O’Brien
*“Now in the morning Mass you do all that the race needs to do and has done for all these ages where religion was concerned; there you have the sacred and separate Enclosure, the Altar, the Priest in his Vestments, the set ritual, the ancient and hierarchic tongue, and all that your nature cries out for in the matter of worship.” – Hilaire Belloc, The Path to Rome *
It is not often that one has a chance in life to experience a moment that brings into focus all the dimensions of one’s Catholic faith – its height, depth, width, and breadth. For me, that moment came when I assisted in my first Tridentine Latin Mass – otherwise known as the Mass According to the Rite of 1962. I grew up a typical “cradle Catholic” in the wake of the Second Vatican Council and the subsequent dismantling of Catholic culture, with only my parents’ say-so that the Latin Mass ever even existed. For me, growing up Catholic involved no more and no less than the comfortable notions of the faith that accompanied me all the days of my adolescence and early adulthood. In my school days, Catholicism was a matter of generic adherence, not of particular assent – nor the attendant suffering which Christ promised such assent would involve (Mt. 10:16-23).
This all changed, though, once I left home. […more…]](angelqueen.org)
A First Reckoning With the Latin Mass
SO MUCH LIFE PACKED WITH SO MUCH QUIET
A First Reckoning With the Latin Mass
October 2005By Joseph O’Brien
*“Now in the morning Mass you do all that the race needs to do and has done for all these ages where religion was concerned; there you have the sacred and separate Enclosure, the Altar, the Priest in his Vestments, the set ritual, the ancient and hierarchic tongue, and all that your nature cries out for in the matter of worship.” – Hilaire Belloc, The Path to Rome *
It is not often that one has a chance in life to experience a moment that brings into focus all the dimensions of one’s Catholic faith – its height, depth, width, and breadth. For me, that moment came when I assisted in my first Tridentine Latin Mass – otherwise known as the Mass According to the Rite of 1962. I grew up a typical “cradle Catholic” in the wake of the Second Vatican Council and the subsequent dismantling of Catholic culture, with only my parents’ say-so that the Latin Mass ever even existed. For me, growing up Catholic involved no more and no less than the comfortable notions of the faith that accompanied me all the days of my adolescence and early adulthood. In my school days, Catholicism was a matter of generic adherence, not of particular assent – nor the attendant suffering which Christ promised such assent would involve (Mt. 10:16-23).
This all changed, though, once I left home. […more…]](angelqueen.org)