01-27-2016, 10:59 PM
(I hope this fits under "discussion"...)
So I converted to Catholicism about 11 years ago, and started out on my Catholic walk very joyfully, but there was *always* something that made me feel somewhat sad at my usual Mass, even though my home parish is a smallish, reverent-ish one in a small, conservative town. And even though the Lord usually shed graces on me during most Masses.
That sadness and feeling of something being "just not quite right" would almost always be there and sometimes it would be a lot worse than others, and over time I would say it became more and more distracting and intolerable, and I felt the strong need, though I didn't fully understand what it was or how to articulate it, for a much holier kind of Mass. And at most other NO Masses that I'd attend anywhere else, that same sense...
One day fairly recently while at Mass I received an inner "word": "More reverence." So I decided to go to a nearby Benedictine Monastery where I knew they offered mass in Latin. Not even the TLM, it is the NO, but it's in Latin, chanted, with incense, monks, and reception of the Eucharist on the tongue while kneeling... WELL!!!!! I can't fully express how the sheer total reverence, the prayer, the silence, the true-ness of the monks, the depth of the prayers, all of it not only "removed" any feeling of sadness or something not being right, but seriously flooded me with graces.
Last Sunday because of family issues, I had to make the choice to go to my original parish, which was hard, because I was actually CRAVING going to Mass back at the Benedictine Monastery, such it is that I experience immersion in the Presence of the Lord and closeness to Heaven and other inexpressible things there.
I really didn't want to go to my own parish, and I'm NOT someone who doesn't want to go to mass. But I did go because it was Sunday.
And no exaggeration, the sense I had was almost like it being a "graveyard" representation of Mass. I was so uncomfortable, and I felt worse afterward for having been there. For another whole day I felt awful. This wasn't something I was expecting. The sense that that kind of Mass is just really ROBBING the Lord of the honor due Him, and robbing the people of knowing better and of giving them true prayer and worship... and how many of us have been robbed and blocked from these treasures, and no wonder just about all the "cradle Catholics" I know who are around my age (50-ish) seem to know so much less about the Faith than even a newby convert like me... even the regular attenders...
Whatever tolerance or ability to struggle through in spite of it that I'd had all these years seems blown to bits. And this is not any kind of criticism of the Priest (whom, I believe, is a good Priest, and I respect him) or the congregation -- for what they are and what they do, they do the best they can and many there are quite sincere and devoted to the local parish and do good works. But I truly don't want to go back, not for the Mass. I may go to Adoration there on First Fridays.
But now I really almost ~dream~ of the beautiful, reverent, holy Mass in Latin with the monks until next time I can be there... I could run there as fast as my legs would carry me, and when there, the feeling is of never wanting to leave... and of wanting to share this with anyone else who wants to come with me. It has practically saved my faith, I think. All week long after Sunday there, my mind and heart are lifted up to the Lord, and my understanding grows, and I am able to pray quite a bit more than usual...
So, just sharing this here. I am making my way through the excellent information on this site. Just thought I'd tell a bit more about myself and what's happening in my Catholic life.
:)
So I converted to Catholicism about 11 years ago, and started out on my Catholic walk very joyfully, but there was *always* something that made me feel somewhat sad at my usual Mass, even though my home parish is a smallish, reverent-ish one in a small, conservative town. And even though the Lord usually shed graces on me during most Masses.
That sadness and feeling of something being "just not quite right" would almost always be there and sometimes it would be a lot worse than others, and over time I would say it became more and more distracting and intolerable, and I felt the strong need, though I didn't fully understand what it was or how to articulate it, for a much holier kind of Mass. And at most other NO Masses that I'd attend anywhere else, that same sense...
One day fairly recently while at Mass I received an inner "word": "More reverence." So I decided to go to a nearby Benedictine Monastery where I knew they offered mass in Latin. Not even the TLM, it is the NO, but it's in Latin, chanted, with incense, monks, and reception of the Eucharist on the tongue while kneeling... WELL!!!!! I can't fully express how the sheer total reverence, the prayer, the silence, the true-ness of the monks, the depth of the prayers, all of it not only "removed" any feeling of sadness or something not being right, but seriously flooded me with graces.
Last Sunday because of family issues, I had to make the choice to go to my original parish, which was hard, because I was actually CRAVING going to Mass back at the Benedictine Monastery, such it is that I experience immersion in the Presence of the Lord and closeness to Heaven and other inexpressible things there.
I really didn't want to go to my own parish, and I'm NOT someone who doesn't want to go to mass. But I did go because it was Sunday.
And no exaggeration, the sense I had was almost like it being a "graveyard" representation of Mass. I was so uncomfortable, and I felt worse afterward for having been there. For another whole day I felt awful. This wasn't something I was expecting. The sense that that kind of Mass is just really ROBBING the Lord of the honor due Him, and robbing the people of knowing better and of giving them true prayer and worship... and how many of us have been robbed and blocked from these treasures, and no wonder just about all the "cradle Catholics" I know who are around my age (50-ish) seem to know so much less about the Faith than even a newby convert like me... even the regular attenders...
Whatever tolerance or ability to struggle through in spite of it that I'd had all these years seems blown to bits. And this is not any kind of criticism of the Priest (whom, I believe, is a good Priest, and I respect him) or the congregation -- for what they are and what they do, they do the best they can and many there are quite sincere and devoted to the local parish and do good works. But I truly don't want to go back, not for the Mass. I may go to Adoration there on First Fridays.
But now I really almost ~dream~ of the beautiful, reverent, holy Mass in Latin with the monks until next time I can be there... I could run there as fast as my legs would carry me, and when there, the feeling is of never wanting to leave... and of wanting to share this with anyone else who wants to come with me. It has practically saved my faith, I think. All week long after Sunday there, my mind and heart are lifted up to the Lord, and my understanding grows, and I am able to pray quite a bit more than usual...
So, just sharing this here. I am making my way through the excellent information on this site. Just thought I'd tell a bit more about myself and what's happening in my Catholic life.
:)