My wonderful husband volunteered to stay with sleeping babies at the guesthouse so that I could go to Low Mass early in the morning. Under each of the arches you see at the side of the crypt Church is an altar, in addition to the main altar, and another against the far wall. At each of those altars a priest was saying Mass. I didn't actually count, but there were something along the lines of fourteen Massing going on at once. These were silent Masses, with nothing said above a whisper so as not to disturb the others. It was a beautiful thing to see, and stood in stark contrast to the one other place I have seen which had more priests than daily Masses on the schedule (they concelebrated, and it was for many reasons not particularly dignified -- Father Z posted a similar picture recently).
Quiet Mass (with no babies) at the Abbey in the cool Oklahoma dawn. Do you blame me for wanting to go back? Alas, the Abbey is nearly 700 miles from our home. Maybe when they're older ...
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