I’ve read them all (at least as of about 10 minutes ago — LOL!). Many of them were strikingly beautiful and moving — people really recounted their journeys of faith!
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Catholic ping!
I found it by accident. I always heard about it from my Dad.
I went to another parish that had mass said all morning up to 1pm. They never advertised it as the latin mass.
anyway I went to the 1pm mass because I missed it at my parish. Before we went in, one of the altar servers said it was done in latin and that automatically made me curious.
That week was low mass. Another person mentioned that the next week was a sung mass and that made me come back to see it. Once I experienced the sung mass I hooked. I could not believe the difference betweent the novous ordo and the old rite. Because at the time, it was offered at 1pm I only went to the sung mass that was offered once a month. Now the mass has moved to another church close by and its offered at 11:30am each sunday with a sung mass once or twice a month. I go each week to altar serve or sing in the schola. I now cringe when I go to my usual parish and hear “on eagles wings” which they make a point to sing each wing using the piano.
Immediately. I never went to another N.O. Mass again.
What was it that captured you?
It was like being transported to another place spiritually. The sense of the sacred was palpable in the air. The newness of it all can be disorienting at first but the sense of being home is strong enough to overcome any minor concerns.
bumpus ad summum
Having been Judaized (or, at least Noachized) since, I'd still like to go for the Latin if the Catholic Church up the street ever gets its act together.
I’m still going back to check — they’re up to 238! :)
It was then when I realized the answer to my on-going question: "what about Vatican II caused so many Catholics to leave the Church?" There was no question in my mind then, that Catholics had been deprived what had always been promised to them, and at least in our area, was returned.
All I had to do, was look around at the many elderly folk seated around me, with tears in their eyes, to convince me. It opened my eyes wide and clear.
Since then, I have maybe attended a N.O. Mass a handful of times, each time the abuses and omissions were more and more obvious to me, than I had ever realized.
I attend the TLM only, and will never go back to the N.O.
Ever.