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Daily Mass Fervorino.
At Rumble – HERE – there is a longish and passionate video from 2 Jan ’22 in English with transcript by Archbp Carlo Maria Viganò, once Nuncio in these USA, then targeted for cancelation by the powers-that-be for knowing too much and being willing to tell what he knows.
I found his description of his rediscovery of the Traditional Latin Mass to be quite moving. It is fully consistent with what many young priests relate about learning the TLM and saying it for the first time. Moreover, it is harmonious with the thoughts of priests who have to also celebrate the Novus Ordo after having gotten comfortable with the Vetus Ordo.
Here are a few excerpts.
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It was then that that blessed segregation, which today I consider as a sort of monastic choice, led me to rediscover the Holy Tridentine Mass. I recall very well the day when, instead of the chasuble, I put on the traditional vestments with the Ambrosian cappino and the maniple. I recall the fear that I felt in pronouncing, after almost fifty years, those prayers of the Missal that re-emerged from my mouth as if I had just recited them shortly before. Confitemini Domino, quoniam bonus, in the place of the Psalm Judica me, Deus of the Roman Rite. Munda cor meum ac labia mea. These words were no longer the words of the altar boy or the young seminarian, but the words of the celebrant, of I who once again, I would dare say for the first time, celebrated before the Most Holy Trinity. Because while it is true that the Priest is a person who lives essentially for others – for God and for his neighbor – it is equally true that if he does not have the awareness of his own identity and has not cultivated his own holiness, his apostolate is sterile like the clanging cymbal.
I know well that these reflections can leave those who have never had the grace of celebrating the Mass of all time unmoved, or even arouse condescension. But the same thing happens, I imagine, for those who have never fallen in love and who do not understand the enthusiasm and the chaste transport of the beloved towards his beloved, or for those who do not know the joy of getting lost in her eyes. The dull Roman liturgist, the Prelate with his tailored clerical suit and his pectoral cross in his pocket, the consultor of the Roman Congregation with the latest copy of Concilium or Civiltà Cattolica in plain sight, looks at the Mass of Saint Pius V with the eyes of an entomologist (the science that studies insects), scrutinizing that pericope just as a naturalist observes the veins of a leaf or the wings of a butterfly. Indeed, I sometimes wonder if they don’t do it with the asepticity of the pathologist who cuts open a living body with a scalpel. But if a priest with a minimum of interior life approaches the ancient Mass, regardless of whether he has ever known it before or is discovering it for the first time, he is deeply moved by the composed majesty of the rite, as if he has stepped out of time and entered the eternity of God.
What I would like to make my brothers in the Episcopate and the Priesthood understand is that that Mass is intrinsically divine, because one perceives the sacred in a visceral way: one is literally taken up into heaven, into the presence of the Most Holy Trinity and the celestial Court, far from the clamor of the world. It is a love song, in which the repetition of the signs, the reverences, and the sacred words is not in any way useless, just as a mother never tires of kissing her son, or a bride never tires of saying, “I love you” to her husband. Everything is forgotten there, because all that is said and sung in it is eternal, all the gestures that are performed there are perennial, outside of history, yet immersed in a continuum that unites the Cenacle, Calvary, and the altar on which the Mass is celebrated.
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I would like my confreres to dare to do the unthinkable: I would like them to approach the Holy Tridentine Mass not so as to be pleased with the lace of an alb or with the embroidery of a chasuble, or because of a mere rational conviction about its canonical legitimacy or about the fact that it has never been abolished; but rather with the reverential fear with which Moses approached the burning bush: knowing that each one of us, upon coming down from the altar after the Last Gospel, is in some way interiorly transfigured because there he has encountered the Holy of Holies. It is only there, on that mystical Sinai, that we can understand the very essence of our Priesthood, which is the giving of Oneself to God, above all; an oblation of all of himself together with Christ the Victim, for the greater glory of God and the salvation of souls; a spiritual sacrifice which draws strength and vigor from the Mass; self-renunciation in order to make way for the High Priest; a sign of true humility, in the annihilation of one’s own will and abandonment to the will of the Father, following the Lord’s example; a gesture of authentic “communion” with the Saints, in the sharing of the same profession of faith and the same rite. And I would like not only those who have celebrated the Novus Ordo for decades to have this “experience,” but above all the young priests and those who carry out their ministry in the front line: the Mass of Saint Pius V is for indomitable spirits, for generous and heroic souls, for hearts burning with Charity for God and one’s neighbor.
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We are in green vestments again. My thanks to the reader who donated the fantastic set I used today. I pray for you every time I use it.
Too many people today are without good, strong preaching, to the detriment of all. Share the good stuff.
Was there a GOOD point made in the sermon you heard at the Masses for the 2nd Sunday after Epiphany (Novus Ordo: 2nd Ordinary Sunday).
Tell about attendance especially for the Traditional Latin Mass. I hear that it is growing. Of COURSE.
Any local changes or news?
Those of you who regularly viewed my live-streamed daily Masses – with their fervorini – for over a year, you might drop me a line.
I have some written remarks about the TLM Mass for Christmas – HERE
I received this note:
CHICAGO ROSARY RALLY
Holy Name Cathedral
11:30 AM
SATURDAY JANUARY 15THPlease help get this out to people in the Chicago area. These rallies are building resistance to Cupich’s crackdown.
You can bet all the bishops are watching closely to see if he gets away with it.

I just saw an interesting movie called “Don’t Look Up”. The central idea is that there is a massive, planet killing comet on a collision course with Earth and by the time this global extinction fact penetrates the fog of today’s distracted collective social-media and comfort addled idiocy, it’s pretty much too late to do anything about it despite the efforts of the deeply flawed but earnest central characters.
I’ll get some blah blah out of the way here. There’s bad language, sinful behavior, and some coldly unappealing nudity with a rather darkly comic results. Sounds like much of the fallen human condition.
What’s my point?
I couldn’t help as I watched, looking past the facile subtext that it’s global warming that’s the killer comet and that the real bad guys are … guess which political party (with a couple of distracting rattles of the keys and pointings at a squirrel or two just to keep you guessing) … that the movie could be a metaphor for what is going on in the Church.
There is, as I call it, a demographic sink hole opening up under the Church, accelerated now by prelatial malfeasance and supine cringing before COVID-1984 and woke-virtue signaling.
We are in a world nearly totally dominated by a few, now. Long prepared by the slowly chugging engine of leftist ideology through academia (thank you Gramsci), rendering several generations now incapable of finding their way out of a dark room with an EXIT light over the door, there is now a near perfect storm of social-media, a certain political party with atheistic materialist underpinnings, the MSM, the entertainment industry and big pharma, etc. etc. etc.
And the Church?
I maintain, and I will continue to maintain, that we are our rites. (There’s a poignant haunting reminder of that close to the end, but I really hate to give spoilers. WARNING: There will have to be some, through the combox.)
For decades, our rites have been undermined.
Now, in the most open and blatant way possible, those who have sold out our brethren to the CCP, which also happens to be ground zero for a certain virus, and who have fawned over the likes of Paul Erich and Jeffrey Sachs, whose messaging seems to condone things expressly forbidden by God in unmistakable divine revelation, are attacking not only our cherished rites, held as sacred for centuries, but also the people who desire them.
Thus, I return to the movie I just saw and its chillingly familiar treatment of those who raised awareness of the oncoming threat.
Your thoughts on this movie and my nudge of it out of the puerile sphere of climate change ideology and political smearing towards being a metaphor for what’s going on in the Church would be illuminating.
A key element is that there are concrete signs that the comet really is coming, but people are too distracted to pay attention and allow the ramifications to sink in. Then, when the comet becomes visible in the sky, and the people doing the warning are saying “Just Look Up!”, those fighting back, with down-arrow pins fight back with “Don’t Look Up!”
It’s like… trying to preserve the perfect storm of Immanentism 2.0 that grips the majority of Catholics (a huge percentage of whom don’t believe in transsubstantiation). Gotta keep Communion in the hand going at all costs lest people think about what they are doing.
It’s like… trying to forbid ad orientem worship because you can’t allow a sliver of the transcendent into that immanentist closed circle. Gotta keep the priest distracted by being the “host” and everything resting on him in the liturgical action, everyone with the distraction of eye contact that shields people from having to spend time in their own skull.
It’s like … attacking the Traditional Latin Mass lest anyone sense the need for propitiation, understand the urgency of a thorough examen, have a concern for the Four Last Things. Gotta keep everything chipper even though… there’s a comet… a sink hole… and it is not going to stop.
This is a bit of a downer, I suppose. But a wise bishop once gave me the perfect answers to my two questions. First, what is the state of the Church? “Terrible!”, he growled. Next, what do we have to do to turn things around? “The first thing we have to do,” he rumbled, “is stop blowing sunshine up everyone’s….”
Hence, my comparison with the movie, entitled “Don’t Look Up” with it’s politically correct and facile dimensions, and yet powerful depiction of the state of play in our society (Church) today.
Save the Liturgy – Save the World?
I’ll turn the moderation queue on for this.
In your kindness, please pray for the repose of the soul of Alice von Hildebrand who died today, 14 January 2022, at the age of 98. HERE
She was a great lady of great faith and an inspiration for many decades.
Requiem aeternam dona ei, Domine, et lux perpetua luceat ei.
Requiescat in pace. Amen.
Anima eius et animae omnium fidelium defunctorum per Dei misericordiam requiescant in pace. Amen.
