The Latin Mass and labelling: perspectives and dilemmas of a newbie

This post should be subtitled ‘in which I upset and offend everyone.’ Plus ca change.

Not snapped outside Brighton Pavillion...
Not snapped outside Brighton Pavillion…

It says much that I am writing this post with much trepidation as nothing seems to cause so much division and animosity on the Catholic internet as the topic of Mass in the Extraordinary Form.

I abhor this whole business of labelling people, but in order to give readers some idea of where I’m coming from, I guess the most accurate label one could give to me in terms of my faith is that I’m a Neo Con, I generally support the reforms of Vatican II but believe them to have been widely misapplied to the liturgy and would advocate a reform of the reform. Interestingly, I find myself far more closely aligned to the traditionalist wing on the internet but contrary to popular belief, I am not a traddie with a capital T and despite my blog header, don’t have pretensions to swan about Oxford clutching a stuffed Aloysius. * see note

But in any event, this whole business of pretentious trads with a capital T, completely eludes me, every time I’ve been to the local Latin Mass I’ve not worn a mantilla (I don’t possess one), I’ve worn normal clothes usually consisting of jeans and a top in which I can discreetly breastfeed and a coat if it’s been winter. To be honest, given that the service is in the evening, I count it as something of a bonus if my clothes don’t have unidentifiable stains on them deposited by at least one child. No-one has ever looked at me askance in disgust or in shock and neither have I felt as though I stuck out like a sore thumb. I’ve always been taught to cover up inside a Church, no bare arms, no acres of cleavage or thigh and so would apply this rule regardless of the type of liturgy. Now in all probability I ought to procure a mantilla and probably will at some stage, but not possessing one or not dressing like Lady Mary Crawley (I wish, maybe when I’ve stopped having children) or a member of the Amish, has never led to me feeling uncomfortable.I’ve never experienced post-Mass naval-gazing from fellow parishioners either. Any conversation has revolved around how adorable my children are, (naturally) or generic chit-chat along the lines of ‘how is your husband’ or what do you think of ‘xyz in the media this week’ from those who know me.

Is going to the EF making a political statement with which I feel uncomfortable? No, not really. One of the reasons I go is that sometimes my daughter is away on a Sunday, misses Mass, comes back in the evening and thus the local EF is the only one which either of us can take her to. Or it might be that the children have led me a right merry dance in the family Mass in our parish, I’ve spent the entire service trying to stop one toddler from demolishing the candle stand, the other from escaping up the aisle, whilst giving a nine year old the glad eye if she’s getting distracted, all while jiggling a baby. Put quite simply it’s nice to take one or maybe two manageable children to a Mass where I can get a little bit of piece and quiet and a chance to focus on the Lord on the altar.

No doubt there are places where it’s all terribly formal and I’d get the lips pursued like a cats backside for not wearing a mantilla and the fact that my children are often woefully noisy and I struggle to control them (hey, you try a 9 year old, a 3 year old, a 2 year old and a baby on your own) but it’s not something I’ve noted and I’m not (ahem) known for having skin like the hide of a rhinoceros.

Actually I tend to get the black stares as a result of the children, no matter where I attend Mass and I guess this is really my main barrier to attending the EF, in that the silent canon means that the children can’t get away with much. It is so hard with multiple young children, particularly when often they are the only ones there, no longer are children expected to be seen and not heard and so getting them to suddenly pipe down for Mass is a Herculean task, although to be fair, the three year is slowly beginning to improve. I think this is one of the greatest barriers to the EF for many newcomers with children, because not only does one have to get to grips with an entirely new and admittedly foreign way of worship (even though deeply contemplative and spiritually enriching) but there’s the issue of the noisy and multiple children.

So, if I’m being brutally honest (and don’t flame my comments to tell me what a heretic or how misguided I am) I prefer the NO, simply because a) it’s what I’m used to and b) it’s easier with the children. But there is a huge dilemma or dissonance here because intellectually, having read all of the many many learned and erudite liturgical blogs, I am increasingly convinced of the importance of regularly attending the EF and ensuring my children have access to it also. But if I don’t take them, then how on earth are they ever going to get used it? I’ve experienced firsthand how children, right from before they are even born, soak up the sights, sounds and smells of Mass, all of mine used to kick wildly in utero whenever the organ sounded or something was sung in Church. They know the format of the Mass, what happens, what is said and done in what order and what is going on. The three year old, as happened with the eldest, will seem like she’s in a world of her own, ensconced in a book or trying to empty out the lady in front’s handbag, then all of a sudden will join in with a known prayer or response. At moments like that, your heart leaps, you know that the formation that you are attempting to give them is having some effect. The two year old will happily point to Our Lady and say “Mary” (and to St Therese of Liseux but never mind the thought counts) and she can also identify and regularly point out Jesus, although I’m not sure “Naughty Jesus, naughty step” is the exact response one would hope for.

So just as I still feel uncomfortable in the EF, not 100% sure of what’s happening or what I should be saying or doing at any given moment, then how on earth can I expect my children to have the foggiest in terms of what’s going on? It’s something of a vicious cycle. And the EF, the Latin is important, because if nothing else, it is mine and their patrimony.

It’s better if I don’t go into an extended rant explanation of my woeful lack of catechesis at school Catholic education, suffice to say, despite attending a Catholic boarding school, I emerged never having learnt how to pray the rosary, without a word of Latin outside of GCSE that had passed my lips in a liturgical or prayerful context, we had five years of being called to urgent choir practice because Christopher Walker had sent Sister Mary Mark his latest chant or setting, five years of Inwood, Go Tell Everyone and so on. To put things into context (apologies if I’ve said this before) our school chaplain was one Fr John Glyn of I watch the Sunrise fame, who used to lean his guitar against the altar. Lovely jovial chap who spent his entire time smiling and singing.

Now all that’s fine, I like smiley priests, we should after all be joyful, it did come as something as a shock on attending our first school Mass to my sister and I who had, up until that point been regularly worshiping at the C of E church where my father was the organist. I remember the occasion clearly, Sister Mary Francis impressed my mother by launching into her best Joyce Grenfell ‘come on gels’ act and coaxed everyone into a bouncing and effervescent rendition of Our God Reigns. We lost the plot. My sister started making the funny big hand gestures of Kenny Everett’s Evangelical preacher character and my father held his nose and belted out “down the drains” before collapsing into loud hearty guffaws.

Amusing though that might be, we were also mightily embarrassed. We were English, worship didn’t look like this loud happy clappy business, it was all serious hymns sung in a serious fashion. Then my mum said ‘this is what Catholicism is now, it’s rather jolly I suppose, we have to get used to it and Sister Mary Frances is rather great’, being carried away by the undoubted charisma that the former headmistress possessed. Because my mother hadn’t really been to Church regularly for twenty years, aside from our regular holidays to see my Nana who lived in Devon and worshipped weekly at Buckfast where the community had kept pretty much to plainsong and incense, this was all a massive shock to both her and my father. And it didn’t seem to be confined to school either, if on the odd occasion we did visit the local Catholic church exactly the same type of thing seemed to be going on there.

So little wonder, as soon as we left our Catholic school where we attended Mass on a weekly basis, my mother lapsed too. What’s interesting about this, is that my mum is what one might call a typical post Vatican II Catholic. She won’t mind my saying that she regards herself as Catholic, gets into long fruitless and heated debates with my father over whether Elizabeth or Mary was the worst monarch, but she doesn’t avail herself of confession and feels that the Catholic Church is entirely wrong/misguided about the issue of both contraception and abortion. And before we all lay into my mum, (none of that on here thanks) it’s because like many she was led to believe pre Vatican II, pre Humanae Vitae that everything would change; rules on celibacy, contraception, all of that was up for grabs. And when it didn’t happen, she’s found it extremely difficult to reconcile.

But the great thing (and I’m getting to the point here hopefully, these tangential rambles satisfy me even if no-one else) is that since my Nana died in December, the whole experience of organising a Catholic funeral, burial etc as well as the prospect of having a Catholic priest as a son-in-law (how many women think that’s every going to happen) seems to have awoken something and she’s started going back to Mass on a weekly basis. So. Baby steps here. But the REALLY interesting thing (unless I’m over-egging this) is the way she has repeatedly been saying how nice it is that suddenly everything is returning back to being sung in Latin, at her parish. Of course this could be nostalgia, but it shows that there is, even in quite lapsed Catholics, this yearning for the solemn as well as the familiarity. My parents regularly go to France and so to Mass at St Malo Cathedral and have reported the sea-change there also. Whereas apparently ten years ago, all the Masses were all in the vernacular, again all the commons and some of the Propers are now back to Latin and chants have made a return. Which in turn pleases my dad, who for all his “Martin Luther was the finest man to walk the planet” bluster, adores a bit of Gregorian plainsong.

This certainly tallies with what I am seeing in most parishes (and I’ve worshipped at quite a few over the past few years) is that there is most definitely a grassroots revival and this is good. I still feel quite cross that I was robbed, I’ve had to learn basics like the Salve Regina from scratch as well as the Ave Maria and Pater Noster and so we are singing and saying these regularly with the children, in order that they become everyday, familiar and trusted, not some alien old gobbledegook. My preference would still I think be for the NO, but with all the commons in Latins and the priest Ad Orientem at least for the Eucharistic Prayer, and I suspect this would be more in keeping with the reform of the reform.

Where it leaves me with the EF I don’t know. It’s this ever-decreasing circle of wanting to go, wanting to be familiar, wanting my children to be familiar and happy and yet unless I regularly go, it’s never going to happen. My spirituality is, I’ve discerned of a more mystic, sensual nature, the bells, the smells, the richness, the contemplation, but it all seems like something of a pipe dream until the children are older.

I said at the beginning I was writing this with some trepidation. (If you’ve got this far, well done. Brevity can go hang). That’s the most telling thing. Nothing seems to cause so much angst as the subject of the EF, which to this onlooker seems crazy. Most of it seem to emanate from what I can gather from the jolly rousing hymn camp who seem to be terrified that the Extraordinary Form is suddenly going to be imposed at will on everyone again, by a bunch of crazed red trouser wearing young Traddies. Most of the jolly hymn brigade, it needs to be said, are ageing, the last time I saw someone muttering, pointedly leaving Mass and sadly the parish as a result of the Latin, he was in his seventies and wearing a hearing aid.

Everything seems to be borne out of fear, the ‘liberals’ being scared that they will be forced to have the EF imposed on them and the Traddies are very defensive (and they have been very unfairly demonised and pilloried, I know through having been accused of being one just through expressing an interest in Home Ed) and terrified that the reforms of Pope Benedict and Summorum Pontificum arbitrarily rescinded and the grassroots revival reversed. Again, I think that’s unlikely, despite the casual liturgical style of Pope Francis – he’s got bigger fish to fry than to be alienating a vast new swathe of Catholic youth and born-again reprobates like me. Although obviously there appears to be difficulty in terms of access to the Latin Mass for those who desire it. If a group of people feel a pastoral need for the EF, then provision needs to be made for them.

Which really sums up the entire issue for me. Why can’t people from all sides accept both the NO and the EF are equally valid and allow them to peacefully co-exist? Why do we need to perceive a mission creep from either camp in terms of reforming the liturgy? The Benedictine reforms seem to be taking root and flourishing at grass roots. No doubt the New Translation has helped. But ultimately our children deserve their patrimony and solemnity, they should at the very least experience both forms on a regular basis. Whether the NO or the EF Christ comes to us in the Eucharist. Why can’t we all focus on that instead, and the rest should surely follow?

But those wanting to see more flourishing of the EF need to court those like me, parents of young children, who have been failed by 30 years of dire dismal banality. That’s the key to breaking out of the whole labelling issue or perceived perverse desire to be counter-cultural. Somehow a way needs to be found to ignite the interest of those in their 20s, 30s and 40s who were denied their heritage, to extend the appeal of the traditional, aged and sacred so that it no longer appears to be an insular cult. How that is done is another matter. The reintroduction of Latin has to be a starting point. But those serious about lasting liturgical reforms have to look to assisting my generation to reclaim and be enthused to pass on to our children. That’s the real challege of Summorum Pontificum.


*(Actually if anyone is interested in the reasons behind the header, it’s as banal as the fact that when my eldest child was newborn, I had hours to kill sat in my nursing chair feeding her. As any breastfeeding mother will tell you, those breastfeeding marathons can get rather monotonous and in the era before smartphones, I decided to catch up on reading those classics that I had never previously got round to. Brideshead Revisited was one such tome, I was too young for the iconic Thames TV series when it first came on, but my father was always urging me to read Waugh and so I decided to give Brideshead a whirl. When I read the closing moments, it was literally my Damascene moment. Tears were pouring down my face, I had a deep longing and thirst to reconnect with my discarded faith that I’d never previously known much about, thought that I was a miserable sinner, that it was too late for me to be saved but I was going to jolly well save my daughter from my miserable damned fate and determined that I was going to get her baptised, regardless of the fact I’d not been to church since leaving school. So I started attending baptism classes and my journey began).


13 thoughts on “The Latin Mass and labelling: perspectives and dilemmas of a newbie

  1. The big change for me, apart from using the vernacular, was turning around the altars. I have never got used to it. Earlier this year, I was in Krakow in Poland on a Sunday. The Mass in English was said in a tiny church near the Palace. The altar was set against the wall and the whole interior and decor of the church was stunningly beautiful. The young priest did all the pieces from the start of the Mass, the readings etc facing us but when it came to the Offetary he went and faced the altar and continued there to the end. It was so moving. We were worshipping God together as one, on our knees. Outside the rain was lashing down but inside we were in Heaven.

    “Introibe ad altara Dei” indeed.

  2. From what I’ve seen and read many priests ordained in the last ten years are what you call Neo Con or even traditional (whereas many of the liberals are retiring). It seems like their influence is starting to be felt.

    I think there’s more chance of seeing One Direction than the EF in my Sydney parish but the music and the liturgy have definitely improved in the 7 years we’ve been here.

  3. Wearing the mantilla is not something particular to the EF. When I was little, my mother and all the other ladies around wore veils as soon as they sat down in the pews and only took them off when they were about to leave the church. And this was just for an NO mass. So I really don’t know why everyone is making such a big deal out of it.
    It was very nice to see, and I wish it would be so again at mass, NO or EF.

  4. I wouldn’t worry too much about upsetting everyone, Caroline.I’m sure you haven’t. I read the first paragraph and thought it was fine. I couldn’t read to the end because it was just slightly too long and incoherent.

  5. My mother would not enter a church w/o a headscarf, having been reared with the rule that the head should be covered in church. She continued to observe this custom post Vatican II.

    BTW any headcovering is acceptable, surely. One doesn’t need a mantilla; an ordinary headscarf or a hat will do.

    For myself, I don’t wear a headdress in church, but on the one occasion I went into a local SSPX church (to give something to my friend who was cleaning the church) I did put on a headscarf, so as not to be disrespectful.

  6. I think I know from where you are coming with this one Caroline.
    I have a long muddled relationship with the latin mass. When I was a child (1950’s) there was no alternative to the mass in latin. I had a missal with Latin on the left hand page and an english version on the right. I knew no different and can remember feeling close to Jesus when I received the Host on my tongue. No wine in those days, it was reserved for the priest only!

    When Vatican II came along I was vehemently against mass in English, as the changeover was not handled that skilfully and I don’t remember much, if any, information being given beforehand by the priest.

    Being a teenager at the time and subsequently joining the merchant navy, I inevitably drifted away from the church. There was nothing for me there!

    Having come back to the Church six years ago by way of the Anglican church (several years low evangelical, happy clappy!) and then more recently brought by friends to Catholic Charismatic Renewal. I find in my parish church a lack of any Latin mass, which, surprisingly, I do not miss one bit. Yet we sing the Sanctus and the Agnus Dei in latin and I have come to appreciate the powerful resonance and drawing to worship when singing them.

    For me the problem I have is that there is not enough sense of the congregation actually worshipping rathe than just attending!!

    Anything that will bring a sense of awe and worship to mass would be a good thing, but Latin in the Extraordinary form – I don’t know!!


    Vinedresser x

  7. I covered my head before wearing a mantilla, and a good while before I even went to an EF.

    Your thoughts about the EF may seem (and be!) convoluted, but you’re not alone by any means. My thoughts about it, together with ‘ad orientem’, went around in complicated circles for perhaps 18 months before I even went to one, and continued for a time after.

    I don’t have kids, so I probably underestimate the difficulty of having them at Mass with you, but I’d say that the more you take them to the EF, the more they’ll learn to appreciate and respect the silence. Habit forming and all that.

  8. Caroline, that’s wonderful news about your mum. I am praying for something similar for my mum (minus the priest son-in-law!).

  9. Sometimes the debate on the internet gets quite weird. There are some issues that for some reason become quite toxic there.

    St Ignatius of Loyola’s rule was (to paraphrase): Does it draw you to God? Do more of it. Does it pull you way from God? Do less of it. I know many people who find EF to be something that gives a deep spiritual connection. It is important therefore that it is available on a regular basis.

    I think your point about patrimony is very important. As a member of the Ordinariate our Anglican Patrimony is vital for our mission. Part of our calling is to provide a bridge for Anglicans to come into communion with Rome. Maintaining English speaking Masses that retain an Anglican flavour, where those coming from the Church of England feel at home is important. We are also called to be part of Latin rite and so some use of Latin is encouraged. We are in the process of working through the new guidelines, finding what is important in our specific context. It is a tricky one.

    A particular form of mass is never an end in itself, but always an opportunity to deepen our love for God.

  10. I first encountered the Latin words of Mass before I became a Catholic (or was even baptised at the age of 21) – by singing Mozart’s and Bach’s settings with a full choir and orchestra.

    After this introduction, the futile discussions about pros and cons of Latin in parishes seem petty. I can follow the EF but it’s substantially the same as the OF. Anyone who can roughly translate a few languages can see this. Yes, there are some unique good things in both. It’s a very short discussion for anyone interested in getting to the end of it, rather than prolonging it.

    It’s entirely a distraction from genuine problems of the Western Church like total absence of basic catechesis, massive disdain for the poor, total desert of NFP teaching. Take your pick. But rich, self-satisfied Catholics prefer to quibble over liturgy, I guess 🙂

  11. There is one other point that is often missed here though; more “traditional” forms of devotion, not just “Lashings O’Latin”, also popular piety, tend to be of massive appeal to the poor, or alternatively, people. They (or I might dare to say, we) tend to combine a grasp of full orthodoxy with personal devotion in a way that our polarised middle-class expressions in the UK perhaps don’t.

    The Church has largely failed to appeal to ordinary people in the West, and this is actually something that the Ordinariates can try to major in, as their Anglican forebears sometimes did remarkably well. I’m just reading Waugh’s life of Knox, for instance, and the accounts of Anglican missionaries are stupendous.

  12. Very interesting entry Caroline. I grew up with the Latin Mass and I don’t remember my Mum or other women wearing a Mantilla though admittedly when I was young all women wore Hats in Church and elsewhere.

    I do attend the Traditional Mass on occasions though my personal preference is for the Ordinary Form Mass said in the Traditional Way with the Priest “Ad Orientum”, kneeling for Communion and with some of the fixed parts of the Mass such as the Gloria, Consecration, Agnus Dei said in Latin. I will put a plug here for the Ordinariate where the Masses I have attended have all been in English but done properly and reverentially.

    I think the reason why so many are drawn to the traditional Mass is often the fact that the entire process retains a reverence which so many Churches have lost, quiet in the Church before Mass starts, kneeling for Communion and a general atmosphere of prayerfullness, these can all form part of the New Mass but all too often they are missing.

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