Maybe it’s the fasting this Lent. Maybe it’s the pre-1955 liturgies. I don’t know. But I have this overwhelming desire to practically camp out at my parish the next seven days. I’m actually eager to enter into this most solemn week. I am thankful, above all, to my parish priests – good men all who are going above and beyond for the salvation of my soul. Monday may bring bad news but I am not bothered. Our Lady already told us that in the end, we would have only the rosary and the sign of her Son. We are not owed the Mass, though I would be devastated to be without it again. So I am making an extra effort to pray my fifteen decades every day with love and devotion. I am taking a pointer from my mother-in-law and trying to go to two Masses each day this week as I am able. I am dispensing my kids from their book learning in such ways as to be able to teach them what is truly important. I was struck with the thought today at Mass: what if this was the last time I ever received Our Lord’s Body and Blood? I knelt in stunned adoration contemplating that thought. But I believe He is true to His word and He will make it possible – as I ask Him every day at Communion – for me and my family to “ever have access to the daily Latin Mass.”
Over this coming week I will be thinking of and praying for each of you. Those who have been kind enough to write to me over the past several months; I will remember you by name before Our Lord. When they take Him away on Friday, I will spend all night near His tabernacle. I will eat nothing from Holy Thursday Mass until the end of the Sacred Vigil. I will do these things because He has given me to grow in love for Him and I desire nothing more than to give Him my will.
Pray for me, please. I always pray for you.
Most Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on us!