At Ship of Fools you find a “review” of an experience of Holy Mass at a parish in England where the Extraordinary Form is celebrated. The parish was threatened with closure but it was turned over to the Institute of Christ the King Sovereign Priest. St. Walburge’s is now open every day.
There are quite a few points made about the church, but what caught my special attention was this:
Which part of the service was like being in heaven?
During the distribution of the holy Sacrament, the choir sang two motets: Mozart’s Ave Verum Corpus and Saint-Saens’ Tollite Hostia. Oh, bliss and Joy! Because the distribution took about 20 minutes, they continued on with Ecce Panis Angelorum. That did it for me. I was crying in the aisles, remembering the last two motets from my convent school days, complete with white lace mantillas and Rosary beads looped over my hands. A lady behind me in the congregation was joining in with this singing; she had the voice of an angel. Quite a lot of people were crying, overcome with the emotion of the occasion.
It isn’t rocket science.
Reason #19857 for Summorum Pontificum.