Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam

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Wednesday, December 26, 2007

On Christmas Day in the morning.

Those of you who remember my lament from last year (Veritas, that means you) will be happy to know that, an overlong homily and truncated penitentila rite aside, Midnight Mass was exactly like what you'd want it to be: A Mass that looked like a Mass, in a church that looks like a church. There was just enough Latin to keep the faithful happy, enough English to keep the "seasonal visitors" and those attending Mass from other parishes happy, and lots of Yells, Bells and Smells.

Father did NOT sing the Gospel self-accompanied by an acoustic guitar. The schola cantorum sang beautifully. It was reverent and transcendent and I was keenly aware of how alive my love for Christ was at that moment.

The less said about Santa Claus, the better, though.