I have to start by saying that I truly love our priest and our parish. To me, this is what it’s all about.
You may read his entire comments here:
“Now you’re a real priest,” said Father Edward Wilk to an astonished me. But had I not, I thought to myself, been a priest since the day of my ordination? The occasion for the remark was the announcement of the news that I had been named pastor for the first time. That was in 1986. According to Father Wilk, being an associate priest was something like being half a priest and that in being a pastor I would be carrying the full weight of responsibilities that parish priests are expected to bear.
I recount this little episode in my life to comment on my feeling about being allowed to say the so-called Tridentine Mass. Sure, I’ve been saying Mass as reverently as I can for many years in the new rite. But I have always known that there was something missing, something better, something more to saying Mass–I speak not of any essentials here but of some very poignant accidentals–than what I had been doing. This ‘something more’ was the Mass as I remembered it as a boy, the real way to do it. (Again, dear reader, I write only rhetorically here. The new rite of Mass is also ‘real.’) So, what have I been missing in saying Mass in the new rite all these years?..continued in the link above.