On my recent business trip I was pleasantly surprised to find a TLM in a diocesan parish. It only took me driving thirty minutes from the edge of the suburbs where I was staying into downtown at 6:30 in the morning. The downtown thing didn’t bother me. I’m just thinking of the fact that he Mass of all time used to be the only Mass at every Catholic Church and now I have to be “pleasantly surprised” to find one when I travel to a major American city.
In any event, the good people of this parish were welcoming as I would expect. I was a little thrown off by the Epislte and Gospel in the vernacular (as in at the altar, not as a translation before a sermon). Also, I generally bristle at a dialogue Mass. Nonetheless, it was more than edifying to see the entire student body of the adjacent academy at Mass in the morning.
God is far better to me than I deserve.
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