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Sunday, August 3, 2014

First Sunday of August

After some very stormy weather the last several days, it was a joy to have only a few patches of fog amid otherwise bright sunshine on the drive down to Hobart. There was a good attendance at our Missa cantata for the 8th Sunday after Pentecost, and the drive back was likewise fast and uneventful.

Being given to odd thoughts, I was reflecting on how, acting as M.C., I kneel less and stand more than anyone except the priest: I kneel for the prayers at the foot of the altar and answer his prayers; I kneel for the Et incarnatus est during the Creed; I kneel at the priest's left during the Consecration and Elevation, from Qui pridie to the in mei memoriam facietis; I kneel for the priest's own Communion and my own, and again when he returns any leftover Hosts to the tabernacle; and that's it (aside from many genuflections of course). And, like some Roman Emperor of old, everyone genuflects towards me – so to speak! – but only when I hold the altar card for the priest to read the Last Gospel.

NEWS FLASH: As well as a sung Latin Mass on the third Sunday of August (the 17th, which will be the tenth after Pentecost) at 10:30 am at Sacred Heart, New Town, our visiting celebrant, Fr Christopher, will sing Mass for the Assumption of Our Lady at 7:30 pm on Friday the 15th of August, likewise at Sacred Heart.

Sunday, December 1, 2013

First Day of Summer, First Day of the New Year of Grace

A glorious first day of summer in Hobart: after our sung Latin Mass at St Canice for the first Sunday of Advent, we gathered outside for lunch and a meeting, in order to plan for the future of our Latin Mass Community, in response to His Grace's instructions to do so. A committee was formed, and, God willing, arrangements will be made to organise more Latin Masses in the future.

There was a good attendance at our Missa cantata, the servers and I did our best, and the choir sang well: I was especially taken with their rendering of Veni, veni, Emmanuel at the Offertory and the Advent Prose Rorate cæli desuper at Communion.

Of your charity, please pray that, as our limited resources may allow, we may give greater glory to God by our liturgical worship and by our evangelical witness to Christ and His Church, that more and more may come to love and serve the Lord.

Saturday, November 2, 2013

First Sunday Latin Mass

How good to be at the Extraordinary Form two Sundays running… I will soon head south to Hobart, there to take my place as (the world's worst) M.C. at our State's one and only Missa cantata. It's a long weekend, so it will be nice to relax on Monday as well.

Saturday, August 3, 2013

August Latin Mass in Hobart

Time to drive down South: to-morrow, at St Canice, in Sandy Bay, there will be the usual monthly Missa cantata at 11:30 am, yours truly being the M.C. – so any mistakes are my most grievous fault.

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Corpus Christi?

I haven't checked, but I assume that to-morrow's monthly Missa cantata in Hobart will be of the external solemnity of Corpus Christi (which in the EF Calendar fell on Thursday), rather than of the first [sorry! second*] Sunday after Pentecost – I will find out on Sunday morning!

Now, time to grab a few items, load up the car and drive down south... I will stay overnight and catch up with a dear friend, before acting as M.C. at the Mass. Directly afterward, however, I must head back north, since our parish is having Exposition of the Blessed Sacrament at 4 pm, and I need to be back in time to assist, as I promised.

Next weekend, a long weekend (given the Queen's Birthday holiday on Monday), I will be in marvellous Melbourne; I suppose I'll attend the Divine Liturgy in East St Kilda with my Russian Catholic friends, although all things being equal I wouldn't mind hearing High Mass at Caulfield; or I could go to the  nearby Ordinariate Mass (that part of Melbourne being a "liturgical triangle"). Decisions, decisions...

[* Thanks for the correction, Kate; luckily the sacristan at St Canice alerted me to this, after I'd already set the Missal on the altar, else it would have been a particularly embarrassing error for me to make as an M.C. with liturgical pretensions... in my defence, I was thinking of it being the first after Trinity...]

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Philistines and Mockery

Too many are rather cruelly contrasting the simplicity of Pope Francis – especially his sartorial restraint – with what they caricature as the frippery of Pope Benedict's wardrobe: my ears had the nasty experience of hearing the latter described on SBS News this evening as a sort of ecclesiastical Barbie doll by their SBS Rome correspondent, who went on to mock poor Mgr Marini, a learned, devout and dedicated M.C., by claiming that, when Marini offered him the Papal mozzetta to wear for his first appearance, Francis replied (supposedly) "No more carnival attire".

Such a cruel remark would surely be unworthy of our new Supreme Pontiff, who by all accounts is humble, not rude; the offending phrase rather reveals more about those who delight to repeat it (I mention it in anger and sorrow only).

Australians of all nations are given to Philistinism, and scoffing at the appropriate and traditional vesture proper to officials of all sorts.

It is the sin of Judas to say "such and such should have been given to the poor", whereas it was for Christ Himself rightly to testify that the costly nard expended upon the veneration of His Sacred Body was a kindly and justified act given the special circumstances. The latter-day Judases who would celebrate the sacraments in rags tend not to be similarly self-denying in their secular lives; too often, they are self-satisfied middle-class liberals posing at playing poverty, and care not enough about God to expend much if anything when adoring Him.

Holy Church requires that the chalice and paten, as also other items used in divine worship, be of a certain quality, despite the cost thereof: for in determinate circumstances, it is justified and no sin to spend money on sacred things (and similarly in all the circumstances of everyday life).  St Francis, far from despising money spent on the upkeep of churches and on the liturgy, insisted upon careful regard for those things – while always serving the needs of the poor. One can – one ought – do both.

There is no absolute duty always and everywhere to give every last cent away to those needier than oneself – but in certain circumstances, there is indeed a duty to spend very much to help others, even at great cost to oneself: prudential judgement comes into play here. In general, it would be madness to sell all the goods of the Church, so that they fall into private hands and are never more seen by the public, in the false belief that to do so would (for a time) raise funds to advantage the poor, but – when prudence dictates – the sale even of the most valuable treasures may indeed be justified in particular circumstances, so as to satisfy pressing needs.

St Lawrence gave away the treasures of the Church to the poor, lest the pagans seize them; St Chrysostom reminds us to give alms to the poor, lest in giving a costly chalice we forget the beggar at church door; but neither the one nor the other would claim that the Church cannot morally possess good things, nor accept even precious vessels, provided the needy be rightly and fairly helped and aided.

But for a truly insulting display of mockery and hypocrisy, one need only glance (once is enough, I will not reproduce them here) at the twitterings of horrid Cardinal Mahony (how has he escaped prison?) – who maladministered his former archdiocese by sheltering pedo-priests, and thus occasioned payouts of hundreds of millions of dollars to their many victims (as fulsome online documentation reveals), rather than stop those evildoers before they molested, and with the money saved help the poor – a smug prelate who yet unblushingly affects joy at the "low church" arriving in place of the "high church" (the use of Anglican terminology is revealing in itself), and prophesies the disappearance of lace et al. 

If only such asinine whited sepulchres as himself would disappear! Hopefully the rumours about such proud and lying prelates being ordered to do penance in a strict monastery prove true.

Meanwhile, to attempt to "worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness" is but to do as Pope Francis himself has said: it is to promote through the media of vesture and music, precious metalwork and rich tapestry the True, the Good, and the Beautiful – since God is all these in Himself, to try and reflect such is evangelical and God-pleasing, be it done unselfconsciously, without conceited self-regard or odious self-love. It would be vile to accuse the recently-retired Benedict XVI of falling into such traps.

Dear Holy Father, please justly punish all ecclesiastics who have by deed or negligence gravely harmed the little ones of Christ, and don't worry too much if your M.C. lays out vestments not entirely to your taste (though of course you may properly insist upon sobriety in their style). I am sure you would agree that the latter trial, if fault it be, is but an imperfection easily to be borne, whereas the former  duty incumbent upon you is most pressing, given the grave scandal it occasions, let alone the demands of justice that compels it.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

New Use for an Old Missal

I took an old altar missal – the gift of my former parish priest – to Hobart with me, since the altar missal that Fr Quinn has hitherto used is rather too large for the missal stand, and, worse, it has an alarming tendency to turn its pages of its own accord during the Canon, much to the consternation of his M.C.

I find inscribed in the front that it cost £13/6/- when purchased (in London, I believe) in the last years of the fifties or perhaps the first of the sixties; it was printed at Tournai in Belgium by Desclée, and given the all-clear by the bishop of Tournai, dated 9th December 1958.

Readers will no doubt be relieved to learn that, despite being an immediately pre-1962 edition of the Missal, the 1962 rubrics were adhered to (as is the express decree of His Holiness, given motu proprio), and in the text of the Canon the words added by Bl John XXIII, (et beati Joseph, ejusdem Virginis sponsi) were long ago written in.


The Canon with the necessary omission required at present indicated by brackets. 
(The stains visible are, I think, marks left by some temporary ribbons previously kept in this missal, which were evidently not colour-fast.)

I was pleased that this obviously well-used (not to say worn) altar missal has now returned to regular use, that being its raison d'être after all. At present, we are all sede vacantists, until the new Pope be elected: so I pencilled in brackets around the phrase to be most sadly omitted: una cum famulo tuo Papa nostro N. Again, I can assure students of liturgy that these words were correctly left out by the celebrant.

I had wondered if the slightly smaller size of this altar missal would occasion eye-strain for our celebrant, but he assured me afterward that it was fine, and in fact an easier edition to use than the larger, newer and more-inclined-to-turn-its-own-pages version he had used previously – certainly I (as M.C.) noticed there were definitely fewer page turnings to be made during the Canon and so forth, which was a real improvement.

From now on, this liturgical experiment having been a success, I will bring this older missal with me for the greater convenience of our priest: as usual, "the old is better".

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Mass with Fr Marshall

I first met Fr Marshall when he was still based in Christchurch, and still a member of the Transalpine Redemptorists (apparently, their N.Z. house often received phone calls about booking a seat on the TranzAlpine tourist train!): now he is based in Melbourne, at St Aloysius, Caulfield, but is visiting Tasmania for a week or so, having come down to officiate a baptism. This Sunday, he kindly sang Mass for us at St Canice, Sandy Bay, at the usual time of 11:30 am. Unlike dear Fr Quinn – our usual celebrant, who alas cannot sing, and thus monotones the Mass – he treated us to a full Missa cantata: the choir returned the favour by not merely psalm-toning (as most do) but singing all of the proper Gregorian chant even for this Sunday's Tract, the longest of the liturgical year, seeing as it consists of nearly all of Psalm 90!

He is a wise and learned and friendly priest, who greatly reassured me (the self-trained M.C.) and our servers, that we are basically doing everything right; though of course I have picked up some tips for our next "normal" Latin Mass, such as using a ciborium for the people's hosts (by analogy with OF practice, Fr Quinn has been using a large second paten) and spreading the corporal out before Mass when setting the veiled chalice and paten on the altar (rather than having the celebrant do so at the offertory). Such is my ignorance...

Fr Marshall not having brought an altar missal, he was luckily able to borrow the latest Vatican reprint of the 1962 Missale Romanum from the choir master (!), who just happened to have brought one along with him... However, as I learnt during Mass, it doesn't lie open on the missal stand as well as one would hope, and some of the page turns during the Canon were inconvenient. It was good to have a celebrant who knows the censing prayers by heart, having said them at many a Mass, rather than having to have them read out of the Missal, which is inconvenient and slows matters down rather during what is already a rather complicated action.

Our usual celebrant being a sworn teetotaller, he takes the ablutions in water only, so it occasioned some surprise to the servers to have the M.C. direct them to pour first wine, then wine again, then water... Fr Marshall mentioned that here in Australia (he is a Scotsman who trained for the priesthood in Germany) he often has to tell the server to pour more water at the second ablutions; as a server for many years, I assured him that Australian priests often tell the overeager server to stop pouring so much! De gustibus...

Attendance at the Mass was good – I would say forty or more – though some regulars were absent (given it was not the usual first Sunday), despite notice being given at the last first Sunday Mass. I was happy to relax with friends afterward (including our visitor), having come down to Hobart the afternoon before, and overnighted at a nice b&b. Heading back home at about half four, I arrived at my house in Launceston a little before half seven. I do wish we sometimes had a Latin Mass in the North!

Many thanks once more to Fr Marshall for such a devout and dignified Mass, and for his kindness and support to us Tassie Traddies – and due respect to His Grace, for permitting this public Mass, of course.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Septuagesima... off to Hobart

To-morrow, I'll arise bright and early (hopefully), and then motor down to Hobart for our monthly Missa cantata, delayed until the last Sunday of the month since our celebrant took his annual holiday earlier in January. (Next Sunday, being the first in February, I'll do the same for Sexagesima.)

It will be good to stand at our priest's side as the M.C. – it is certainly a remarkable thing to be able as a mere layman to assist at Mass by standing next to the priest at the altar during the very Canon (kneeling of course at the Consecration), and a privilege I value highly. Ironically, I would prefer to be singing with the choir, as I used to do, but no one else wants to take on the role of M.C., and it does seem to help Father. In any case, I just hope I don't stuff up.

This being a long weekend, what with Monday being the Australia Day holiday, I will stay Sunday night in Hobart and return the next day. I go back to work on Tuesday, so the shadow of Lent that is Septuagesimatide will certainly fall upon me in truth!

Goodbye, Alleluia: rest in peace until Easter.

Monday, December 3, 2012

Mass for Advent Sunday

Our monthly Missa cantata at St Canice, in Hobart, went well. I was delighted that the choir chose to sing two most appropriate chants as motets: the Advent Prose Rorate cæli at the Offertory, and the hymn-version of the O Antiphons, Veni, veni, Emmanuel, at Communion. We concluded with the Salve.

Father preached on the great spiritual benefit provided by the sacrament of confession (or reconciliation, or penance - the three names commonly applied to this sacrament). After all, there are two sacraments that we can receive frequently – Penance and the Eucharist – and it stands to reason that, while we are only bound to confess and communicate once a year (and in the case of confession, only if we have fallen into serious sin), yet, given that both sacraments effect a real increase of grace and progress in holiness ex opere operato, it is but logical to make a serious effort to receive them both a good deal more often.  When we receive Communion, what stands in the way of us receiving every grace? Only our selves – sins and the effects of sin can oft be obstacles. If we regularly confess, our souls are better prepared to receive so great a Host, and profit from His blessings.

I find it amusing, by the by, that just before the end of Mass everyone genuflects toward the M.C. – me! (Of course, it is because I hold the Last Gospel altar card for Father, since the print is small, and it would be ridiculous for me to genuflect at the Et Verbum caro factum est while doing so.)

Our next Mass will be held, not on the first, but on the last Sunday of January (the 27th), since Fr Quinn will be away for the first several weeks of next month).  Hence, we will have the rare pleasure of two EF Masses in a row, since the very next week is of course the first Sunday of February.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

To Hobart for the 23rd Sunday after Pentecost

Time to quickly complete my preparations, and depart: I must head down to Hobart this morning, in order to assist at our State's monthly Missa cantata – hopefully the next archbishop, whenever Rome deigns at length to appoint him, will act more conformably to the spirit of Summorum pontificum – and help Father out by acting as his M.C.

Please of your charity pray for Ben, a dear old friend of mine, who is dying of cancer, and for Jane his devoted wife; they have ever been supporters of the Latin Mass, as always good Catholics throughout their lives; Ben is now too ill to come to Mass, but I will call on them ere I return.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

October Latin Mass

I haven't felt inspired to blog lately; but I ought mention that to-morrow, being the first Sunday of the month, Tasmania's one and only approved Latin Mass (not counting whatever the SSPX may get up to) will be celebrated at 11.30 am at St Canice chapel, Sandy Bay, in Hobart.  As usual, I'll drive down for it, and M.C. at the liturgy.  To-night, daylight saving begins, so all the clocks go forward one hour...

Our Lady of the Rosary, pray for us.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

To Hobart To-morrow

Time to M.C. again: the weather finally warming up, I'll head off early to-morrow morning and motor down to Hobart, assist the priest at our Missa cantata, lunch, then drive back home in the after-noon.  Of course, to-day I kept the memory of St Joshua my namesake: may he intercede for me, and for us all.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

To M.C. in Hobart

I will drive down to Hobart this afternoon, in order to act as M.C. at our monthly Missa cantata to-morrow, for the 10th Sunday after Pentecost, Cum clamarem.  The Gospel of the day is the Parable of the Pharisee and the Publican: God grant our prayers and hearts resemble those of the latter!

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Exhausted!

I arrived back home to-night quite tired, after driving back from Hobart; I'd driven down yester-day, and to-day M.C.'d the Palm Sunday Procession and Missa Cantata there at St Canice, Lower Sandy Bay, our monthly Latin Mass.

All thanks to the choir - they sang beautifully, even successfully tackling the whole very lengthy Tract, to say nothing of the many processional chants preceding the Mass itself.  All thanks to Bede, Aidan, and Liam, the trusty servers, too.  And spare a thought for Fr Quinn: he'd already said one Mass, and was heading off to celebrate a third (for which reason, given the rubrical permission to do so, I suggested to him what seemed best, that is, to read only the short Gospel of the Passion, rather than the very lengthy full Passion). 

I was pleased that procession and Mass combined lasted a decent but not excessive 1 hour and 40 minutes.  A survey of attendees revealed that few were too upset at this allowable abbreviation.

I was also gratefully amused by what Tony said to me at lunch afterward: "You must have been the only person there who knew what to do during the blessing of palms" - true!  (But I had to actually bring Fortescue-O'Connell-Reid with me, into the very sanctuary during the service, despite a rehearsal beforehand; and – mea maxima culpa – I forgot to have Father say the prayer at the conclusion of the procession, instead conducting him straight to the chair to be vested for Mass.)  

Now, to bed...

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Septuagesima Missa Cantata

Numbers are up again: as M.C., I like to take a quick head count of the congregation during those parts of the fore-Mass when Father sits at the chair, since then I stand facing the nave at his right; and, although my view of the south side is obscured by the eagle lectern, I estimated about fifty persons in attendance – well up on our last Mass a fortnight ago.  Neither did this slacken the pace: Mass took a respectable hour and five minutes.

The choir, very sensibly, have moved from the west end gallery to the south transept, making it easier for them to get to the altar rails; and as usual they sang well, though I wasn't expecting them to psalm-tone the Tract, and hence had a rush to return Father to the altar for the blessing the incense before the Gospel!  (Memo to self: always consult the choir director before Mass to hear exactly what they will sing.)  As it was, they graced the offertory with a very moving setting of the Sub tuum to Slavonic chant, the Canon with the Czech Sanctus (alternating Gregorian chant and polyphony) and a melodic Anima Christi in several parts after Communion.  Very kindly, they even acceded to my own request and sang the simple Salve Regina as a recessional.

I was glad to hear from our celebrant, at lunch following Mass, that he and many others of the Australian Confraternity of Catholic Clergy will be heading up to Armidale this week for the consecration of their national President as Bishop of that diocese: ad multos annos!  He is the second past president of the A.C.C.C. to be made a bishop (my erstwhile parish priest Geoffrey Jarrett being the first), and the first alumnus of Vianney Seminary, Wagga Wagga, to be raised to the episcopate.  May the dioceses of this wide brown land be blessed with many more such worthy successors of the Apostles, please God!

Saturday, February 4, 2012

To Hobart, to Hobart

No, not "to buy a fat pig" (!), but "to M.C. at Mass" – that's why I'm setting off for the 200 km drive this afternoon, then staying the night with dear friends (pray for Ben, who's been very ill with pneumonia, but thank God has recovered after a fortnight in hospital), before assisting at the sacred Liturgy, lunching, and motoring back up north to-morrow.

Readers lucky enough to have weekly or even daily Traditional Masses handy may forget how it is to have the Latin Mass available only rarely, and at a distance; as it is, this Sunday presents to me the great luxury of the third Sunday in a row of E.F. Mass.  How I miss my old parish in Perth, where I had this every Sunday, and almost every day.

I am even more focussed than before on daily Mass, and I do love the Mass, OF as well as EF; but I believe the latter is the better, and if I had the chance I would attend it ever, and the former, never.  Still, it is an imperfect world, we cannot have all things as we would like, and both forms of the liturgy are valid and licit and truly propitiate God in the offering of Christ in His Sacrifice, truly give us Christ in His Sacrament in Holy Communion.

All men know, of course, that the way the OF is often done does permit many unfortunate abuses: even this morning, at Mass at Carmel, our celebrant, who is, bless him, increasingly bringing himself to deign to use the new translation, ostentatiously said "Cup" for "Chalice" each time the word appeared in the relevant part of E.P. III, even in the words of consecration!  It was doubtless valid, but entirely illicit, not to say a stupid and prideful pretended correction of the text, as if dear Father were wiser than and above the authority of Pope and Bishops.  Such lunatic self-love!  We as laity have a right to the liturgy as laid down by the Church, and not to be patronized by a distorted clericalism.

But leaving aside egregious errors, I do honestly hold, with my own theologian education (almost now to Masters level) to support me, that the traditional Roman liturgy has a greater cognitive content, greater reverence, greater solemnity, greater strength than the modern form, and that, while I will gladly attend the Ordinary Form – especially when offered devoutly by a priest not given to tinkering! – I will more gladly attend the Extraordinary, and make greater sacrifices to do so.  "The old is better."

Saturday, December 3, 2011

En route to the South

An experiment, this - while I wait for a second coffee, I'm blogging from my iPhone at Zeps in Campbell Town. Brunch done, I'll amble along to the bookshop in the convict-built cellar of the Fox and Hounds [sorry: the Foxhunters Return - an odd name either way, considering there were no foxes in Tasmania], and visit the local church and the three priests' graves behind it, before motoring on.

By sheer dumb luck, I decided to-day to take the scenic route alongside the Great Western Tiers, driving down to Hobart, not along the highway, but via Longford, Cressy and the country road through to Campbell Town - which proved most providential, for this Saturday the annual motorcyclists' Christmas toy run to Hobart is on, with thousands and thousands of leather-clad persons thronging the highway, and I would have had roadrage in a bad way if I'd taken the same route as these well-meaning riders!

My plan is to spend as long as feasible here (in the hopes most of the two wheelers will have preceded me) before driving on along the highway to Oatlands, and then again detouring through Parattah and on to Colebrook and Richmond, so as to approach Hobart from the east.

To-night, I will stay with friends in Hobart, before M.C.ing our Missa cantata to-morrow.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Hobart Missa Cantata: the Postcommunion

To-day I’ve been down to Hobart and back, for to M.C. at our monthly Traditional Latin Mass, the one and only permitted in the Archdiocese (whatever a certain Supreme Pontiff may have decreed).

(This began as a comment on David Schütz's blog, but I've decided to save time and cross-post it here on my own.)

In any case, not to belly-ache but to celebrate, I was indeed uniquely privileged to stand at the priest’s side throughout the Liturgy (but for the prayers at the foot of the altar, the Consecration and my own Communion, naturally), and doing so made me suddenly aware (as I pointed it out for Father in the Missal) that the Postcommunion of to-day, the 23rd Sunday after Pentecost in the Extraordinary Form is – that of this selfsame Sunday in the Ordinary Form, the 33rd Sunday per annum!

It is actually quite rare to find any prayer or chant occurring in both forms of the Roman Rite on the same day, so my curiosity was piqued.

The first thing to note is an important change of address made by the revisers: in the traditional Missal, the Postcommunion is as follows:


Súmpsimus, Dómine, sacri dona mystérii, humíliter deprecántes, ut, quæ in tui commemoratiónem nos * fácere præcépisti, in nostræ profíciant infirmitátis auxílium. Qui vivis et regnas cum Deo Patre…


I have highlighted the words subsequently changed, and inserted an asterisk where two new words were inserted in the reform – obviously, the prayer was redirected, so as to address God the Father rather than God the Son (and if I recall correctly that was itself a change made centuries earlier, from the initial almost total address of all such orations to the Father, to also addressing the Son if the prayer seemed to better suit it):


Súmpsimus, Dómine, sacri dona mystérii, humíliter deprecántes, ut, quæ in sui commemoratiónem nos *Fílius tuus* fácere praecépit, in nostræ profíciant caritátis augméntum. Per Christum…


The other interesting, and, I am afraid, all too predictable modification was that made to the intention of the prayer: no longer do we pray for aid for our weakness, but for an increase of charity. Now, both intentions are good and orthodox, but unfortunately the semi-Pelagian feel of “Gaudium et Spes” (to quote the current Pope when commenting when yet a priest on the Council documents!) has here made itself manifest: we do not confess our weakness, but perhaps too complacently ask for a boost to our lovingkindness.

In other news from today’s Mass, the choir was without its usual director, and the threat of having only a Low Mass was upon us – but, perhaps high-handedly and selfishly preferring a  Missa cantata (mea culpa), I reminded Simon, as locum tenens of the choir director, that as a bare minimum the Propers could simply be monotoned, advised him to sing the most familiar setting of the Ordinary (Missa VIII – de Angelis – and Credo III), and suggested that any other Latin ditties he knew could be sung to fill in the time at Offertory and Communion, so the good old Salve and Adoro te devote saved the day.

Before Mass and afterward, I reminded him that such was the practice over in Perth, W.A.,  whenever Fr Rowe wanted a sung Mass at the drop of a hat on a weekday (it brings back memories of a week's retreat, at which myself as the one chorister, and Aaron as the one server, had to provide him with a sung Mass between us daily).

We even sang “Faith of our Fathers” as a fitting recessional. Best of all (as we Catholics say) Mass was a bit faster than usual, taking just an hour.


Deo gratias et Mariæ!