The view from next to my favourite pillar
Yesterday, for any who might not know, was the pilgrimage to West Grinstead. The sun shone, the breeze blew, and the singing was mighty loud.
Best of all, we were left in no doubt at all that everyone who was there believed Our Lord to be truly present, with us, at Mass and Benediction.
For those of us who have to endure (how to say this charitably?) less than reverent Masses on a regular basis, it is always such a relief to find yourself with like-minded people.
'What?' I hear muttered, 'How rude, what's she on about?' Well let me explain.
It's a relief not to have to change queue to receive the Blessed Sacrament because of the extraordinary ministers. It's a relief not to have the back of your heels trodden on by the person behind because you have chosen to receive not in the hand and your body position takes up more space in the line. It's a relief not to have to walk past the Chalices proffered by more extraordinary ministers after, again, having the backs of your heels trodden on as you genuflect, it's a relief not to see these same lay people purifying the vessels.
It's a relief to see people genuflect, to be silent before and after Mass. It's a relief to see people who truly behave as they believe. Now I'm not saying that those lay ministers don't believe. I'm saying the Ordinary Form Mass is too relaxed, too banal, too over-familiar. And what is it that familiarity breeds?
I've got a copy, it's very good.
Which as it happens is very appropriate at West Grinstead, having as it does a Secret Chapel and priest holes.
It is also great to be able to chat with people at the picnic, share some horror stories and boldly look to the future. In my more miserable moments, I seriously wonder what the point of slogging away trying to get someone, anyone interested in the Extraordinary Form, usus antiquior, Tridentine Mass, Old Rite, whatever tag you wish to give the Mass, is. There is such an ideological divide that it seems impossible that the beauty and richness of it will ever be known more widely.
Then there are days like yesterday, when you realise you aren't a complete weirdo entirely on your own, there are people out there who feel the same way, and who are prepared to get down on their knees, mantilla up, and show it.
Thanks to everyone, especially from our Diocese, who came.
Hi Annie, just seen this post. My family and I went the other week as well, and felt the same way, that it's nice not to feel like a crazy for practising the Faith of our fathers!
I think the social aspect of these events is (in some ways!) just as vital as the Mass. To be able to talk about practising the Faith, bringing up one's kids in it, what the future holds for committed Catholics, is very strengthening and heartening.
And to see the hidden chapel was tremendous. What a witness and example we have been left.
We were there today as well, but couldn't stay for tea. I'll try and introduce myself and my family next month, if we can make it!
Hello Edward :)
It was great wasn't it? I agree, the social aspect is extremely important, and that's what's very difficult to manage, given the spread of the Latin Masses available. Meetups are very few and far between!
Not sure we can make WG next month either
, but looking forward to meeting you :)
I just wanted to say thank you for running this blog!
We're a traditionally minded family from Germany and we visit England once a year during the summer for a few weeks. Your blog is an invaluable source for Latin Mass Times in the area.
And you are most certainly not alone. Even though those of us who love the Mass of the Ages are a minority, we're connected in Spirit and in prayer, wherever we are in the world!
Hello Birgit! :)
How lovely to hear from you, and it is so true we are all connected in Spirit. It's something I need to be reminded of regularly, it can be quite isolating otherwise, so I thank God for the internet!
I hope you have a wonderful Summer, and if you need any info, please don't hesitate to ask and I'll help out if I can.
God bless you,
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