About a decade ago, in a Southwestern church in a run-down part of town, I saw it for the first time. From a back pew, I glimpsed something beautiful, perfect. Seeing the priest celebrate it was like being plunged into some heavenly choreography from the Book of Revelation. That first Latin Mass surpassed my understanding, ... Read more
About a decade ago, in a Southwestern church in a run-down part of town, I saw it for the first time. From a back pew, I glimpsed something beautiful, perfect. Seeing the priest celebrate it was like being plunged into some heavenly choreography from the Book of Revelation. That first Latin Mass surpassed my understanding, ... Read more