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Taken from holywhapping.blogspot.com
I had the great fortune of visiting St. Agnes for the Holy Sacrifice this last Sunday. Wow. And that wow applies to the 8:30am low (Novus Ordo) Mass. Which do not easily earn “Wows.”It was obviously an unusual Mass. I would venture to guess 33% of the female population wore lace chapel veils. This would, of course, be the young 33%, and indeed about 1/3 of the population (male and female) was in their 20’s or younger.
I was distracted from the chapel veils by the sudden ring of bells announcing Mass (traditional bells announcing the beginning of Mass always succeed in sounding sudden, even if everyone is quite clearly expecting them!) and an ensuing troupe (did I count 8?) of altar servers. 6-8 altar boys (all guys, by no accident), two spare priests, and a deacon who appeared to distribute Communion are not the normal way of celebrating a 55-minute 8:30am Mass. But then again, this is St. Agnes.
Ostensibly, only 2 or 3 of the altar boys did much for the priest, as the rest simply occupied chairs and kneelers set up in choir formation around the altar. And from Father’s quick look of frustration when these two forgot to adjust his Roman chasuble as he was sitting down, they may well be rotated out to inactive chairs next time around. But wait – did I say “around” the altar? I ought have said “before” the altar, because it was 100% vintage ad orientem. We have a certain smile here at the Shrine, the smile of one who has experienced or seen some ecclesiastical thing he or she has dreamed of seeing for a long time and now is relishing the memory thereof, of something a bit TOO perfect. We wore that smile for days after meeting Cardinal Ratzinger. All today, I had that same smile again, seeing the back of that fiddleback blend perfectly into a mile-high marble reredos, a bit of timeless action by the living alter Christus at the eternal stillness of that finely crafted altar of Christ, some mighty strong Catholic ying-and-yang fitting perfectly together. Happy day…
And I don’t mean to give the impression of a static community, frozen in time. Good grief no. Quite active. The litany of announcements I sat through included various times for novenas, benedictions, Vespers, and ice cream socials that would be held in the coming week, and plans of procession for August 15th. Not to mention the number of vocations this little parish has been pumping out – one every two years or so for the last 25 years, I’d say. Witnessing how much they prayed for vocations at this Mass alone (immediately after the opening prayer, two or three times during the intercessions, etc.), I am not surprised.
Of course, you don’t have this much small-t-tradition going on without a few quirks working their way in. At the end of the general intercessions, we prayed Leo XIII’s prayer to St. Michael the Archangel. Unexpected but… why not? Less unexpected was the universal practice of receiving the Host on the tongue, kneeling at the rail, but even those who use the rail seldom still employ a white cloth over the rail. Never, actually, that I’ve seen outside of an Indult Mass (and this parish has no Tridentine Masses). Most surprising, and somewhat unnerving, was Father’s freedom with that perennial thorn in many a “Traditionalist’s” side, the Words of Consecration: this Chalice was definitely shed “for many.” I might have continued to ponder this, had Father not distracted me with his biretta after the Communion rite.
Not that all the coolness was restricted to the good clergy, and good they were. The only other time I’d seen an entire congregation kneel for the priest’s blessing, that blessing was given in Latin at an indult Tridentine.