Since I was on the ceremony crew the other day for the Pontifical Mass at St. Peter’s I couldn’t get any photos. But, before Mass I found some interesting sights to record and share.
This is inside the sacristy of the chapter of canons of St. Peter’s. Our vestments are laid out.
This is what I had for the Mass. Before you ask, yes, it was both heavy and warm.
In the little chapel off the sacristy, it seems that some canon or other is saying the traditional Mass. As it should be.
This altar was consecrated by Henry Card. Stuart.
A real plus was a chance to spend time with the glorious wooden 13th c. Crucifix which I wrote about the other day. I had taken note that the it was displayed in the sacristy of the canons. I had hoped that they hadn’t yet removed it. They did, but into an adjoining room… and they left the door open!
The Cross was clearly carved by a master who had deep faith and who prayed.
Another wooden point of reflection. The door to my old cupboard in the hall off the main sacristy. I said Mass in the basilica every day for years. I had my own niche for my personal gear for Mass.
Highlights of a meal.
Artichokes have been around, some from Brittany (so so) and new ones from S. Italy (much better).
On Sunday, Archbishop Alexander King Sample of Portland sang the Mass at Ss. Trinità dei Pellegrini for Christ The King. Before Mass…
During the sermon, a young server had a hard time focusing.
Later in the day, I said Mass for the intention of my benefactors. Thank you, all of you. I am very grateful. It is my pleasure and duty to keep you in my prayers.
The image of Mary over the altar.
Many relics are on the altar at St. Trinità in anticipation of All Saints.
The big busts are Augustine and Ambrose and Pius V and Gregory the Great. The smaller are Matthew, Luke, Peter and Paul. In the center is the co-patron of Rome and certainly patron of this church, St. Philip Neri.
And now for something completely different. Who knows what this is?
The spiffy poster for the All Souls Mass at the aforementioned church.
I popped in for a visit at the little church of St. Bridget on the Piazza Farnese.
Packing and sleep to follow. I barely managed to get the case closed, having introduced a large new reliquary for my fragment of the Cross back home.