Friends, as mentioned, I’m traveling for work today.
I’ll let you in on a little secret. I ask the Blessed Mother every so often (usually every day) to help me worship her Son in the ancient Mass of His Church EVERY DAY.
When I’m home it’s fairly easy. I go to my TLM parish. I’m quite fortunate. It’s ten minutes away and it’s vibrant.
When I travel? That’s another story. You probably already know that we are not many in number – those of us of the trad persuasion. And yet, she has never let me down. Not once.
So imagine my surprise when what she delivered this time also seemed to be a foretaste of what will come when and if the queers in Roma have their way.
I landed last night in Miami. Fun fact: I could listen to the MIA Airport P-A announcer-lady say “LaGuardia” all day long.
“Now arriving from La Waaardia…”
Lyrical genius.
Anyway, my work had me heading up the coast a bit to Fort Lauderdale so I picked up my rental (turned down the EV they tried to shunt on me) and drove 45 minutes north. Checked into my hotel and essentially went to bed. Grueling workouts the past few weeks have left me beat, he said while flexing.
A few days ago I had reached out to a friend whom we shall say is “in the know” and asked him to help me find a TLM in this area. Turns out it’s here but it’s not easy.
This morning, I woke up at 5:30. I showered, ironed my clothes, dressed, and drove an hour back to the south side of Miami where I followed very precise instructions. “Park in such and such location, wait for people to arrive, follow them through doors and down mysteriously corridors…”
I’m not even joking. It’s cloak and dagger on speed.
My reward?
This:
I got to attend Mass on the feast of the pure Aloysius Gonzaga in a Jesuit chapel, no less, with a dozen other Catholics who seemed to know I was coming. From the moment I parked I was greeted by a lady who said, “You going to the [whispered tone] LATIN Mass? Follow me…”
After Mass I drove an hour back to Lauderdale to conduct my business and then an hour back to the airport in Miami. I was worried the whole time that I would be late to something, that somehow my carefully planned schedule would fall apart.
How foolish of me!
Blessed Mother ALWAYS takes care of her children. When we ask to worship her Son, she hears us. And we should NEVER fear that what she delivers to us isn’t perfect. Besides, I kind of like it when I’m kept on my toes. Made it back to the airport in perfect (if not precisely exact) time.
Friends, whatever they try to do to us, take heart. Think of Blessed Mother standing beneath the cross. Ask her to bring you there with her to console her, because that’s what the Mass is. And trust in her that she will do it because she loves you and wants you to keep her company as she watches Him die for us. And it will be rough. And it will be tumble. And it will be fun and scary and crazy. But do not fear.
WE WILL HAVE MASS.
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