First Sunday of the month is the “extra-ordinary” Tridentine Mass hosted by the Chrch of the Good Shepherd in Columbia, SC. This mass is said by visiting priests of the Priestly Fraternity of St. Peter, who come over from St. Frances de Sales near Atlanta, GA.
Allie’s godfather and his wife drive in for the Mass every month, and she usually sits with them (divide and conquer, as I say). Mary stayed int he vestibule with the babies. I sat in church with Gianna, and Allie a few pews back.
It was a low Mass, so there were “regular” hymns but not the kind of fancy stuff associated with solemn high mass. For those who don’t know the traditional Latin Mass, there are portions of the Eucharistic prayer which the priest is supposed to whisper (one of the improvements of Vatican II, I’d say). Well, during those parts, at a solemn high mass, the choir sings some long piece. Until I attended a TLM, I never understood those long Baroque and classical Mass settings. Like when EWTN had the consecration of the Shrine of the Blessed Sacrament in Hanceille, they used the Mozart Coronation Mass, and an hour of the Mass was just the music.
Well, in the solemn high TLM, you don’t sing the “Sanctus” and then the priest goes on. The choir sings some long version of the “Sanctus,” and the priest goes on with the Eucharistic Prayer in silence. So the next thig you know, the PaterNoster is starting almost immediately after the “Sanctus.”
In tis case, however, there was no singing. Just everyone sitting in silence as the priest said the Eucharistic Prayer. Everyone, that is, except for one little girl.
I heard this voice behind me singing. I thought, The voice doesn’t *sound* like Allie, but. . .. “
I tried to deny it, but then I realized the little voice ws singing in Latin: “mater misericordiae, vita dulcedo et spes nostra!”
“The kid is singing in Latin!” I thought. “It *has* to be Allie,” I groand inwardly, and then I turned around.
Sure enough, it was her. Her godfather’s wife (what do you call that ? “step-gdmother”?) kind of shrugged and nudged her to be quiet.
After mass, I said, “I guess Allie decided to have her own High Mass!”