NekiÄ:
I have never been to a Tridentine Mass. I stay up late some nights, reading my great-grandmotherās tridentine missal, and i groan with longingā¦
Ehh⦠I know exactly what you mean. At my friendās house one time, I found one, copyright 1965 (so it was fairly recent). It was just sitting on the table. I donāt know why. But as they were popping eardrums with their guitars, I took it and sat in the corner. It was a weird kind of silence, because the guitars were very loud. I expected to sit there, fascinated with the language, and compare words the way I do with my brotherās spanish new testament. But I opened it up and it smelled of incense and chrism⦠there is no scent on this earth superior to that. Incense and chrism. I thought of baking bread, and cinnamon, and lavender, and crunchy autumn leaves, but no⦠incense and chrism. I wanted to cry.
thistle:
Why would anyone apart from elitists want Mass to be in Latin?
The vast majority of Catholics are in the developing world - Latin America, Africa and Asia.
Latin would not be a unifying thing, but rather something in common. Donāt 99.99% of the 1.1 billion Catholics who donāt speak or understand Latin have the right to understand and fully participate in a Mass in their own language!!
I answer this with one word: beauty.
There is a beauty in participating in something you donāt understand fully. It is like saying āGod, I cannot put into words what I am trying to tell you. So I am going to say this and trust that you understand what I mean.ā
There is a beauty in uniting yourself not just with Catholics today but with Catholics yesterday and tomorrow.
There is a beauty in uniting yourself with the history and culture of the Church.
There is a beauty in being a part of something that is above the individual.
There is a beauty in saying āGod, I donāt understand you, and I canāt understand you, but I love you.ā
But, people see beauty in different places. Some people see more beauty in the novus ordo āGod speaks my languageā and others see beauty in the TLM āWe speak Godās language.ā Itās a matter of personal preference, and nothing else. Among my friends I am known for seeing beauty in weird places. Last year in biology, we dissected rats, and they were all male except for one pregnant female. Our teacher cut open the uterus and pulled out a long string of six or seven rat fetuses, tube-connected like Kogelās viennas⦠It was absolutely disgusting, but beautiful.