Let’s see, the Latin Mass. I remember them from my youth and high school days in the 50’s and 60’s. Serving as an altar boy, reciting Latin responses reverently - even though I didn’t really know what I was saying - and the congregation didn’t really care either. Then there were the people saying the rosary, not really paying attention to what was going on anyway, the priest who whistled through the Mass in Latin for 500 people with only the celebrant and maybe an associate pastor distributing communion, and saying the mass in under 20 minutes to get everybody in and out quickly. Then there was the 12hour plus fast for communion in un-air conditioned churches. Ushers would carry out several people who fainted from the heat and lack of food; usually the elderly but I was one when I was 7 in my little coat and tie in the 90 degree temperature. That sure made for a reverent situation. People phonetically reciting latin prayers and responses who had no idea what they were saying, just going through the motions. Oh and not really able to see anything of importance from 30 rows back since the priest had his back to everyone. And that was just a few of the wonders of the Latin Mass.
Communion in the hand. Funny, but at the first Mass on Holy Thursday night, help me out here, was it in Latin and was there a communion rail where the twelve received on the tongue?
And I love the comment about Eucharist Ministers. Nice to know that there are some who still believe that a layman is too unworthy to hold in his hand, He who said, “And now I no longer call you slaves, but friends…” I know, I’m a heretic who likes and appreciates the NO, but I guess I just really like to see my Lord appear to me at those wonderful words of consecration spoken in a language I can understand instead of hidden by the back of someone whispering something foreign to me. I like to believe that I am worthy to hold him for a moment and take body and blood (in my parish we receive under both species - something that the old Latin Mass held was reserved only for those far worthier than myself ) as my sustenance for the journey. Loving the Mass and being able to understand what is going on and letting it become a part of me … guess that offends the sensibilities of “real” Catholics.