I went to Latin Mass this morning. It is a small church, but very pretty. They are building a new church and I believe it will be grand. This one is not grand. Just a typical suburban church, about 40 years old.
I sped through town to get there because I underestimated how long it would take to get there. It occurred to me how ridiculous it is to break laws in order to get to mass on time, but I did it anyway. And I did get there on time.
I sat in the back so that I would be able to watch what others were doing. Unfortunately, I sat behind a woman with 8 children. I didn't know that when I sat down because only a few of them were there, but they all came and went throughout the mass. I don't know where they were going, but they went there a lot. They were very cute, all the girls had dresses and veils on. The boys were dressed nicely. I don't know how one woman could manage that many kids, I would say she did a pretty good job. But it was still a lot of coming and going and very distracting.
And though I grew up pre-Vatican II, I had a hard time figuring out what was going on. I could barely hear the priest. I could see when he moved from one side of the altar to the other, and also hear the bells, and those were basically my only cues as to what was going on. There was no homily. It was 100% latin, 100% of the time.
The best part? The Holy Eucharist, received on the tongue, while kneeling.
I am not sure what I think about the rest. I think I need to go there on a Sunday to see what that is like.
I wish I could have heard the priest. As I said, I grew up with the latin mass - and as I attended Catholic Schools, I was an A student in Latin. I know my latin. But if I can't hear it, I still don't know what is being said.
I felt lost.
(And there are no photos because I was entirely too intimidated to snap a picture)