Wonder if all that Latin stuff, including the Introit/Requiem and the Communio, will have any effect on the US Philistine community?
In fact, I am crying while I am typing this. Certainly there is something lacking in my life that isn't being addressed by the Pauline Rite I so often defend.
This funeral Mass was like a breath of the Holy Spirit breathing upon an almost dead ember; a spark of memory in my soul; and it reminds me of my home in the Latin Rite. I want to be home. Until today, I didn't realize I was lost.
I'd give anything if tomorrow I could be present at a Mass celebrated according to the 1962 Roman Missal. I'd give anything to be home.
Sadly, there isn't one in my area. Maybe I am doomed to wander.