Six times was the charm; finally was able to be able to plan to go, actually be able to leave, find the church, and actually attend the Mass (for Attempt #5, the priest was called away on an emergency, so Mass was canceled).
Unsurprisingly, it was worth the wait
I went to Confession before Mass; I never realized how much I appreciated Confession immediately before Mass until I moved from my home parish. That alone was a holy and moving event; the priest was a great confessor and gave excellent spiritual instruction. Being absolved in Latin was a powerful precursor to the rest of the morning.
It was a Low Mass; the priest was a little difficult to hear at times and he spoke a bit quickly, though once I caught up I was fine. I made the mistake of saying my Novena before Mass, which cut into the time I wanted to use to familiarize with the missal; I fumbled around a good deal to find the correct pages and eventually gave up so that I could simply focus on what was going on. Our ancestors, I reasoned, didn’t have missals, so I was truly worshiping as they did
Even though the priest spoke quickly, hearing the Latin and knowing the solid theology behind the words that were used were like spiritual nuclear warheads. I was filled with a sense of reverence and awe that only increased as the Mass went on. Only the most special Masses said in my very conservative NO church back home rivaled the holiness I felt this morning. Frankly, my words are not fine enough to truly articulate the experience, the chance to finally worship as my parents and grandparents and ancestors did for centuries. Needless to say, I look forward to being able to go again, and hopefully for Solemn Mass if possible.
Even though the church has precious little funds to allocate for even necessities, even though the church itself looks somewhat modernistic and doesn’t appear to be very old at all (I don’t know when the Institute of Christ the King began celebrating TLMs there, but it can’t have been overly long), even though it was a simple Low Mass, it was perhaps the holiest experience I’ve had since childhood - at the least. The reverence I have always had for the Eucharist was deepened and broadened in a way I still feel strongly even as I type; it is true what folks say when they attend their first TLM and talk about having their Eucharistic reverence magnified. It truly felt as if the Eucharist was absolutely central to the Mass, instead of being still the most important part but obscured by singing and hymns and everything else. It was a real joy watching the priest make the sign of the Cross with each Host as he gave Communion, recalling the days when I served on my home church’s altar and the old priests still made that reverent little gesture even though it wasn’t required anymore. And to see the acolyte using a paten; I can still feel the heft of the one I used back home…
Little wonder this is called the Mass of All Time and little wonder this was the way of worship when the Church was strong and vital. One truly felt as if one were there *solely *to glorify the Lord and that the Lord was being worshiped in absolute spirit and truth. I thank God for this, for permitting me to attend that Mass today. I truly pray that more Catholics choose the TLM and that this Mass becomes the standard again for the Church.