I recently received this email from a very devoted Traditional Catholic. Its the closest one can get to tawdry “Danielle Steele” writing. Enjoy (and do enjoy my editors notations as well)!
Fran, I attended Sacred Heart yesterday. There were 29 members of the faithful in the old, creaking Church. Many were older folks who loved Sacred Heart. One gentleman told me Sacred Heart is the oldest Church in New Haven (Editors Note: Not True, this distinction belongs to St. Mary’s…but the Traddies at Sacred Heart are down on the St. Mary’s crowd because the Rector there said no to the Latin Mass).
During Mass, the old heating system clanks and groans. The radiators hiss. The light from the afternoon sun filters through stained glass windows caked with year of grime. But the artistry of the old high altar, so delicately crafted by reverent hands (Editors Note: Probably by Germans, who weren’t reverent), draws your heartfelt attention as the old priest, served by a former NHL official and a young reverent high school student, celebrates the ancient Mass (Editors Note: It was codified at the Council of Trent, though its been around in some varient form for over 1000 years…just like the Divine Liturgy of the Orthodox), his voice echoing throughout the ancient Church before he makes his final plea to God that he may go up to the Altar with a pure soul.
Posted by T. Ambrose Nazianzus 
