You might pop over to Standing On My Head and read about Fr. Longenecker’s new project: a book about the romantic side of Catholicism.
Here is a little excerpt of his entry, which nods in the direction of WDTPRS.
I with a courtly nod I tip my biretta to Father and his gallant effort:
I am inspired in this effort by all those priests who proudly wear ridiculous clothes like cassocks and capes. Are they not the last vestigial vestments of the romantic heroes of old? I write as a salute to monks in cowls and Cardinals in Cappa Magnas, a pope who wears (like Dorothy) ruby slippers that might just carry him home. I write to honor clergy in lace cottas and Monsignors who hold their heads high as they wear sashes of scarlet and birettas with purple pompons. I write to honor the Knights of Columbus with their capes, their swords and their pomade hats.
I salute all those who, like the mouse Reepicheep, fight the giants of the day, or like the boy David, slay the Philistines. The book will be about just that–the need to fight the good fight and be a romantic warrior in a world of useful things. It will encourage us all to find the key to the costume cupboard, dust off that cape, shine the broadsword, don the rubber nose and false moustache and the broad brimmed hat, replace the white plume and be a liturgical Lancelot or a ceremonial Cyrano de Bergerac.
In fact, once the book is done I may start a new religious order: "Bergeracian Knights of the Sacred Liturgy" Our sole plan will be to save the world through beauty – the highest beauty being that of the ancient and sacred sacrifice of the Mass. We will wear lace cottas beneath our armor and will wield sacramentarys for swords. We will bear white plumes on our saturnos and our motto will be Fr Z’s "Save the Liturgy, Save the World."
To which I respond:
Deus lo vult!
Father should know that I have for a long while thought it would be good to have a new order called The Rubricians.
They would sally forth, two by two, into the world, to make Christ known and loved by teaching and correcting rubrics for Holy Church’s liturgy. Their habits would be Roman cassocks trimmed in red, and they would be fearless in the face of illicit creativity and the hostility born of aging-hippie baggage or ignorance. Supporting them in this vital crusade would be the indefatigable Sacristines.