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Roger – You can’t be expected to fill in every gap in my education, can you?... - roger on 27 July 2010
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Towards God
I will never forget my first Latin Mass. It was incredible.
With the priest facing the tabernacle, his back turned to us, it was as though he was leading us to our Lord.
The beautiful robe the priest wore seemed to cover us all, being an instrument in this sacred journey. Each and every prayer and word spoken was sacred, again aiding the route to the Lord.
The music was beautiful, the attitude solemn and serious.
For this is a solemn and serious event. It is not a place for the banal and mediocre.
One that made my soul sing. I felt so deeply nourished.
An elderly Irish lady dear to me, once spoke of her experience of the change of the Mass in the 1960’s. She said that with the old rite, she was looking directly towards God in the tabernacle. Whilst with the new rite she was looking into the face of a man.
I found this a very striking comment. What do you think?