One of our Australian readers who is part of the Catholic Community of Blessed John Henry Newman recently informed us that a regular, weekly Mass in the usus antiquior was being offered in the Sacred Heart Chapel of St. Patrick's Cathedral, Melbourne commencing on the Feast of St. Lawrence, August 10th. (For more details see the aforementioned website.)
We were pleased to be pointed to a full photo gallery of the first Mass, offered by Fr. Glen Tattersall.
Here are a selection of photos from that first Mass. (As an aside, as one who appreciates the particular beauty to be found in various periods and styles, I'd like to point out the splendid Borromean chasuble being used for this Mass which was designed and executed by St. Bede Studio. I'd also make note of the longer, medieval style of surplice. These show yet another delightful 'colour' in the tapestry of our tradition of liturgical and ecclesiastical art. Further to this, I think the splendid architecture and architectural elements sufficiently speak for themselves.)
We were pleased to be pointed to a full photo gallery of the first Mass, offered by Fr. Glen Tattersall.
Here are a selection of photos from that first Mass. (As an aside, as one who appreciates the particular beauty to be found in various periods and styles, I'd like to point out the splendid Borromean chasuble being used for this Mass which was designed and executed by St. Bede Studio. I'd also make note of the longer, medieval style of surplice. These show yet another delightful 'colour' in the tapestry of our tradition of liturgical and ecclesiastical art. Further to this, I think the splendid architecture and architectural elements sufficiently speak for themselves.)

inundado por um mistério de luz que é Deus e N´Ele vi e ouvi -A ponta da lança como chama que se desprende, toca o eixo da terra, – Ela estremece: montanhas, cidades, vilas e aldeias com os seus moradores são sepultados. - O mar, os rios e as nuvens saem dos seus limites, transbordam, inundam e arrastam consigo num redemoinho, moradias e gente em número que não se pode contar , é a purificação do mundo pelo pecado em que se mergulha. - O ódio, a ambição provocam a guerra destruidora! - Depois senti no palpitar acelerado do coração e no meu espírito o eco duma voz suave que dizia: – No tempo, uma só Fé, um só Batismo, uma só Igreja, Santa, Católica, Apostólica: - Na eternidade, o Céu! 





