I’m a first generation American. My family came here in the late 80s while my mother was a child still being formed in the faith back home with the intentions of being a nun. Her abrupt move to America, whose culture was diametrically opposed to her home, did not give her an opportunity to continue in the faith. Most members of my family are Catholic. Growing up I was taught the rudimentary elements of the faith, temporal ethics and prayer, and never attended mass or received confirmation. I was baptized in an Anglican church before 3 months old and at 24 I am now a confirmed soul of the Holy Roman Apostolic Catholic Church.
Now, having Catholic family I was always aware that mass was celebrated in latin. Growing up I read my mother’s latin books from catholic school and she explained that mass was celebrated in latin and it is the language of the church. Most catholic prayer books around the home or those I knew in the family were latin. It was not until my interest in RCIA did I discover that mass had changed. I felt very uncomfortable but figured there was an explanation. My RCIA class started months after I began attending mass so I arrived knowing on a different level that there were essentially two different ways to be instructed in the faith. I battled the entire time between leaving the class, which was full of heresy and blasphemy, and going to an Extraordinary parish and receiving instruction there. In the end, after consulting those that knew more than I, I stayed to witness and proclaim the truth.
Because I live in NYC I’m blessed to have a parish within travel distance that celebrates the Tridentine mass and it has truly been a blessing in my life and others. The sacraments are upheld reverently, women show themselves, God, and the faithful respect with their veils, and the priest upholds the truth of the gospel in his homilies. The rectory has books, prayer cards and other devotionals that are relevant to truly living a catholic life. . . . I never felt the peace I do now. Receiving communion kneeling and on the tongue has strengthened my faith and truly heals the wounds of my past sins.
The church I attend has been in my vicinity for years and one day I stopped in and I discovered that they celebrate the Tridentine mass. I had already invested in latin prayer books and other forms of instruction so that I can follow along. A latin Sunday missal is a must.