Like many young converts, my first experience of Catholic worship was through the Traditional Latin Mass. It was grand, puzzling, and at times bewildering. Few besides the lady up front in the mantilla seemed particularly confident about when to stand and when to kneel. And yet the following week – and every Sunday since – I have been drawn back. Not, as some presume, in hopes of stumbling upon the grand robes-and-sandals Christianity beloved by certain Catholic corners of X, but out of a curious desire to experience what Dr Peter Kwasniewski refers to as a “prolonged courtship of the soul”.