After Holy Mass, I dashed to the car and zoomed to not too distant Milwaukee’s aerodrome. I’m off for a quick assault on museums of the nation’s capital and for meetings with a priest and lay people about an upcoming pilgrimage which is being organized.
I like this “Recombobulation Area” after security.
You’ve gotta have a sense of humor in traveling these days.
Ah the perks…
Here we go again. Inevitably in the premium boarding process there are those who would trample new born puppies to get onboard before you. They invariably have headphones. Often they wind up getting stuck on the jet bridge 3 passengers in front of you. It is mildly amusing when their bag doesn’t fit in the overhead and, like guy who chosen too high a seat at the banquet must seek the “pink tag”.
For a dear friend, about to enter a new phase.
Meanwhile… just so that everyone knows….
I contacted the people at the Shrine about saying Mass. Everything was cordial and happy and accommodating…. then I mentioned “Extraordinary Form”.
That’s when the chill and obstacles began.
I was told that to say the Extraordinary Form at the National Shrine, special permission was required from The Rector..
Special permission. I waited for a response. Nothing.
Let me be clear that the very nice person I spoke to by phone when trying to figure this out is in no way to blame. She was extremely gracious.
Never mind that Summorum Pontificum is LAW for over a decade. Never mind Pope Francis’ concessions to the SSPX. Never mind everything else, including mere hospitality! Apparently, the if you want the older form of Mass at the Shrine… this is the Rector’s shrine and “those people” it seems… well…
St. Peter’s Basilica? No problem. The Rector’s Basilica? Keep moving.
So many altars. Nothing going on at any of them, even though they weren’t built for mere decoration.
Everything was all sweetness and welcome… then I mentioned the Extraordinary Form.
So, my visit to the National Shrine with my friends was great, but tinged with real sorrow. I walked around in the Basilica with that cloud over my head, asking Mary to help.
It has been hard to be treated so shabbily by stingy priests for so many years. But that’s the deck we have been dealt.
Those of us who still want what John Paul II called “legitimate aspirations” are sent to the back of the bus.
They can do whatever the hell they want, but those who have “legitimate aspirations” must make sure that they aren’t in town at sundown… or else.
We don’t need your kind ’round here.