Sometimes I lament...

Lord, I was born 100 years too late. Save me from these times.

I long for the traditions of thy Church to be widespread and known.

I long for never having to worry if a Mass is valid on any given Sunday.

I long for the peace and serenity that hearing chant and polyphony brings me...without having to drive two hours to hear it.

I pray for the day I can receive thy Son on my knees without being "corrected" by the priest.

I pray for my wretched soul. That I may put more trust in Thee. Give me faith. Give me hope. Give me love. Teach me charity, humility and patience. Make me vigilant and disciplined. Let me never fall into sin.