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giuseppeTO
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I am always interested in hearing folks share their experiences on discovering/re-discovering the Extraordinary Form of the Mass. So this would be a question for those who attend the EF either exclusively or more often than not.
I’ll start with my experience. I was on a business trip to a Southwestern city and had to stay over the weekend. I was looking in the yellow pages for a Mass that Sunday and came to a church that had Latin Mass at 9AM. I thought that this would be interesting since I hadn’t been to a Latin Mass since I was an altar boy (quite a while ago). I showed up for Mass and, for me, it was like being hit by a train. I don’t quite remember what the sermon was, although I believe it was on discerning mortal and venial sin. What struck me was the piety and serenity of the congregation 30 minutes before Mass, young boys praying the rosary, everyone modestly dressed (as opposed to me in a polo and dockers). It was a High Mass with a small choir and priest who didn’t particularly sing that well. But somehow, I felt that I was in a place that I hadn’t been for many years and didn’t realize I needed … until that Sunday. I wondered how this Mass and its lost treasure of prayers could still exist and I not know about it. And, although I hadn’t thought about it in as many years, I was hit by the second train that told me that I had not been to Confession for 10 years. And I have exclusively attended the EF ever since and if I don’t get to Confession every two weeks, I feel that there a grace I am yearning for in my soul that is only satisfied with that sacrament. Mind you, my experience had nothing to do with charismatic priests, beautiful churches, incense, or heavenly music. It was spiritually primordial, if that makes any sense to you.
Your turn…
I’ll start with my experience. I was on a business trip to a Southwestern city and had to stay over the weekend. I was looking in the yellow pages for a Mass that Sunday and came to a church that had Latin Mass at 9AM. I thought that this would be interesting since I hadn’t been to a Latin Mass since I was an altar boy (quite a while ago). I showed up for Mass and, for me, it was like being hit by a train. I don’t quite remember what the sermon was, although I believe it was on discerning mortal and venial sin. What struck me was the piety and serenity of the congregation 30 minutes before Mass, young boys praying the rosary, everyone modestly dressed (as opposed to me in a polo and dockers). It was a High Mass with a small choir and priest who didn’t particularly sing that well. But somehow, I felt that I was in a place that I hadn’t been for many years and didn’t realize I needed … until that Sunday. I wondered how this Mass and its lost treasure of prayers could still exist and I not know about it. And, although I hadn’t thought about it in as many years, I was hit by the second train that told me that I had not been to Confession for 10 years. And I have exclusively attended the EF ever since and if I don’t get to Confession every two weeks, I feel that there a grace I am yearning for in my soul that is only satisfied with that sacrament. Mind you, my experience had nothing to do with charismatic priests, beautiful churches, incense, or heavenly music. It was spiritually primordial, if that makes any sense to you.
Your turn…