It’s been a while since I posted. This WordPress thing is so foreign to me. Another content manager I used to use and was familiar with has lost favor. I had not used it for so long and would need to refamiliarize myself with it that I could not summon the effort to start using it.
But you, dear reader, see nothing of that. And the use of the singular “reader” has significance here. (Insert laughing emoji here)
Once in a while I have a great urge to share something of great importance. Usually when I’m on the road and need two hands on the steering wheel. By the time I get to a place where I can type the urge has disappeared.
I’m going to try to remedy this.
Yesterday I attended the Rorate Mass at the cathedral. It’s lit solely by candlelight (except for the illuminated green EXIT signs, but those were not really distracting). People were scattered in the pews holding long tapers which illuminated the nicely printed Mass Propers. (I dislike the term “worship aid” with more passion than it’s worth.) The air in the expansive space was chill with a cool breeze at times making the candles flicker.
My candle seemed to be burning faster than that of my companion. I looked around as mine was rapidly burning towards the paper deflector and it seemed that no one else’s was turning into a mere stub like mine was. I often ponder the significance of such things. I whispered a quick St. Michael’s prayer.
I don’t have time to detail every little holy part of this Mass. in the darkness I finally made out the forms of two young priests I know serving with the archbishop. These are such good men I have vigorous hope for the survival of our church. I include the archbishop in this for these priests were formed in the seminary which has been changed into a more holy place by this bishop.
We processed up for communion where the cathedral now has kneelers where a communion rail should be but probably never was because it was built in the late 1960s. We didn’t plan it but the archbishop was distributing on our side. Holding the patron was one of the young priests, the one whose Masses I often attend. He is a convert and I prayed for him as I followed his progress through seminary. When he distributes communion he does it with care and reverence, even to the last kneeling person. His actions assure you that there is something special about the Eucharist.
The other young priest who was assisting the cathedral rector on the other side took the bold step after ordination of celebrating his First Mass in the older form, a Traditional Latin Mass.
I need to get on with my day so I will end this post. I am grateful to God to be a resident of this diocese.
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