‘Those priests that say the Mass in there…and the Brompton Oratory priests…' he said, cue much shaking of his head and a sorrowful look in his eyes that made me feel very sorry for him, 'those priests have not been ordained in the Old Rite of Ordination.’
‘OK sir, so I shouldn’t attend the Tridentine Mass of a priest who has not been ordained in the Old Rite?’
‘You should only go to a Mass that’s being offered by a priest who was ordained in the Old Rite.’
I didn’t have a rebuttal ready; was he basically arguing that Catholics should not attend any Holy Mass, celebrated by a priest who was not ordained in the Old Rite?‘I know’ he said with a weary sigh, ‘that there are many Traditional Catholics who go to Brompton Oratory. I hope to go down there and talk to them.’
‘Sher…grand...’ I said in a guttural Irish accent and giving a nervous smile whispered, ‘maybe you’ll see me at the Oratory. I had better be going. God bless.’
‘No, wait…’ He tried to step in front of me.
‘I’m going to say my Rosary in the Cathedral, and will offer a decade for you. You don’t have anything against the Rosary do you?’
‘Oh no. No.’