10th Anniversary of the Publication of Summorum Pontificum!

It will rise again! ... The Mass ... will rise again! ... Thus, I add, it is and will be with the Mass - the Mass which is "ours," Catholic, of all times, and of all people: our spiritual sun, so beautiful, so saintly, and so sanctifying - against the delusions of the bats, driven out [of their hiding places] by the Reform, [who believe] that their hour, the hour of darkness, will not end.

 

As it was before, and greater than it was before: thus the Mass will seem to our eyes, guilty of not having esteemed it worthily; our hearts [will feel] guilty, for not having loved it enough.

The bier -- and shall we renounce thus to believe and to act, to cry hopelessly about that which we loved so? It was thus, next to the bier, that the Naimite widow cried for her only son who was dead. But Jesus saw her and those tears moved Him, He got close to it, He touched the bier, and the dead man arose and sat up; and then he began to speak and [Jesus] restored him to his mother.

 

Thus Jesus -- for Whom there are no irremovable nails -- will restore to our Mother, the Church, the object of so much of His and our love: the Mass ... for which the martyrs died ...

~Tito Casini (Nel fumo di Satana, 1976)

 

 

[To liberals] Whether it pleases you or not, the truth is that the Latin language shows itself to have been predestined to become the “Catholic language”: this Latin language Virgil makes say, prophetically ... "Behold God" (Ait: Deus! Ecce Deus!), and ... this language ... amidst so much noise and so many accusations of death, through the lips of Roman women, defended Him and [declared Him] innocent ("Nihil tibi et justo illi;" "Quid enim mali fecit iste?") ... and on Calvary, through the mouth of a soldier of Rome, shouted, for the first time to the world, His Divinity: "Vere Filius Dei erat iste!"

~Tito Casini (La Tunica Stracciata, 1967)

 

 

 

So our Mass goes back, without essential change, to the age when it first developed out of the oldest liturgy of all. It is still redolent of that liturgy, of the days when Cæsar ruled the world and thought he could stamp out the faith of Christ, when our fathers met together before dawn and sang a hymn to Christ as to a God. The final result of our enquiry is that, in spite of unsolved problems, in spite of later changes, there is not in Christendom another rite so venerable as ours.

~Adrian Fortescue (The Mass, 1912)

 

Júdica me, Deus, et discérne causam meam de gente non sancta: ab hómine iníquo, et dolóso érue me.