When we were in seminary all those years ago, we had to ‘do’ a dry Mass, and we were marked on it.Thankfully our examiner was a terribly sensible chap and never bothered too much if our hands were held in a traditional manner or in the more expansive manner, which was in vogue for a while.I mention this today on the Feast of Christ the King not because I said my dry Mass on this Feast, but because my practice Mass was a votive Mass of Christ the King. It is funny really how these things stay in your mind.I remember being quite touched by the ‘newness’ of the texts, as an added layer on the liturgy of the Church and indeed I still am.
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