From a reader:
In light of your rather depressed email correspondent [HERE], I want to share a more uplifting story.
I have again become a Roamin’ Catholic. After decades as a “Novus Ordo Catholic,” I have thrown in the towel and decided to attend the Latin Mass. I understand almost nothing. But I know there must be a reason why this Mass existed for so long, and continues to persist despite so much hatred.
Last weekend, I traveled home to Milwaukee for a wedding. I attended Mass at St. Stanislaus, which I am sure you have visited.[Indeed I have.]In a way, I felt like I was attending Mass itself for the first time ever. This was my first Latin Mass outside of my new small Latin Mass parish.
Again, I don’t understand the Latin Mass. But I feel dedicated and energized by my experience to understand it the way so many in my generation understand it.
If we want to fix the world, we have to [with reliance on the grace of God] fix ourselves. I have known for a long time that this is something I needed to do. And I am going to figure it out.
Do I hear an “Amen”?
How about a “¡Hagan lío!”?