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IRVING, TEXAS \u2014 The last time I worshiped at a Catholic Mass in Latin was at St. John the Baptist Catholic Church in Allenstown, N.H. I received my First Communion there, and later took my confirmation vows. That Latin Mass took place in late 1964, after which the \u201cNew Mass\u201d was introduced to parishes in the United States \u2014 an English-language liturgy. I was 9 and had attended Latin Masses since a toddler. I had a passing understanding of what was being said. A few phrases have stuck with me: \u201cD\u00f2minus vob\u00ecscum,\u201d and \u201cKyrie eleison<\/em>\u201d come to mind. The former means \u201cThe Lord be with you,\u201d the latter, \u201cLord have mercy.\u201d But that is about it for my knowledge of Latin.<\/p>\n

Last Saturday, our family was present at a joyous occasion \u2014 my nephew Matt\u2019s wedding to Elise Hernandez, a lovely young woman. (We Borders males always try to marry above ourselves.) Matt is the son of Gregg, my youngest brother, and bears an uncanny resemblance to his dad when he was in his mid-20s. The wedding was held at Mater Dei Latin Mass Parish. As the parish\u2019s title indicates, Masses there are held in Latin.<\/p>\n

Latin Masses, also called the Tridentine Mass, are making a comeback. For nearly 1,400 years that is how Mass was celebrated, the priest reciting in Latin as he faced east, his back to the congregation. That is symbolic of the risen Christ, according to latinmassmagazine.com. So it is not surprising, especially with the world seemingly in intractable tumult, that more Catholics wish to return to the traditional Mass. At this wedding, at the bride and groom\u2019s request, men wore suits, and women wore modest dresses and covered their heads. I don\u2019t normally wear a tie to church. But I have never been comfortable with the growing informality in dress, with folks showing up for church in shorts and flip-flops. No doubt that stems from having been raised Catholic.<\/p>\n

Happily, the wedding ceremony preceded the Mass and was held in English. After it concluded, the Latin Mass got underway, the newly married couple alternating between kneeling and seating just past the communion rail. We received side-by-side Latin-English pages in a 52-page Missal. After a few minutes, the priest \u2014 a youngish man with a flowing brown beard \u2014 stopped and stepped up to the podium to explain what was occurring. Clearly, most of the people there had never sat through a Latin Mass.<\/p>\n

As he put it (in English, of course), during the Traditional Latin Mass, the priest is speaking to God in the official language that the Catholic Church has used since its inception during the Roman Empire. Congregants are free to meditate, silently pray, follow along in the missal, or just sit there.<\/p>\n

He smiled and said most likely we would not be able to hear him, since he had his back turned to us and wore no microphone.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you don\u2019t understand me, that\u2019s OK. I\u2019m not talking to you. I\u2019m talking to God,\u201d the priest said.<\/p>\n

In 2007, Pope Benedict decreed that all priests of the Latin Rite \u2014 essentially those who have been trained in Latin, which is not all<\/em> priests \u2014 were free to offer a Latin Mass. Since then, the number offered in wha the missal calls the Extraordinary Form has grown enormously. I found an online directory of parishes offering Latin Masses and counted 256 in the United States \u2014 10 in Texas.<\/p>\n

I tried to follow along in Latin, just to figure out how far along we were in the Mass. This proved next to impossible, with the exception of the Nicene Creed and Communion. I sat out Communion, since I am no longer a practicing Catholic but a Christian.<\/p>\n

I\u00a0\u00a0found the ceremony fascinating and a reminder of my youth, sitting in Catechism taught by stern nuns bearing clackers and rulers to slap unruly hands. I remember Father Crosby, a genial Irish priest who assured me I would not go to hell if some of my friends were Protestants. That was a silly threat a rather sour nun made to me. I recall the beauty of that sanctuary, which really was the heart of Allenstown \u2014 then and likely now.<\/p>\n

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