As a young Catholic growing up in an increasingly secular (or even post-secular) Britain, I am lucky to be able to attend the Extraordinary Form of the Mass. There is something about the purity and beauty of the Catholic culture that it represents that I, and many other young Catholics, find enticing.
The Latin, the Gregorian chant, the priest facing ad orientem and even the Roman biretta are ingredients in a spiritual feast that represents an oasis of replenishing beauty from the madness of the modern world.
