A
az_4_faith
Guest
Wow. That’s the most beautiful things I’ve heard all month.I used to think it was kind of silly to serve Mass for just the Priest alone with no congregation, the now infamous and apparently highly discredited private Mass
Then one morning, I was serving for a very old Priest who was visiting and I in the best tradition of a sreetwise, jaded and highly sophisticated Altar Boy of 11 or so:thumbsup: was how shall I say it, less than completely reverent? Anyway, the Priest did something I had never seen done before or since. He stopped, turned to me and explained that I was being very disrespectful not only to the Lord, but to ALL of the Angels and Saints who had gathered for this Mass and quite possibly had offended the Blessed Mother who was also there… He added that I should be ashamed of myself and ask forgiveness from all of them and that he would give me the opportunity to do so… He the re-started the Mass. As he did, I noticed that he had tears in his eyes and on his cheeks…
From that day on, I never looked at Mass quite the same way again.
That paragraph speaks volumes about my love of the Mass.
If only I could print it out to read to my children, er excuse me, ADULT children who so typically complain that the Mass is soooo borrriiinnnggg … sarcastically I replied to them once, "Yeah, all those saints and angels around us at each mass . . . boring, right . . . "
When I was a little girl, I used to imagine (wish) that I could see the angel descend during Mass to take the gifts up to heaven. Never caught a glimpse unfortunately, but that’s one of my earliest “Mass” memories.