In October 2005, I had a very, very bad case of the flu. I couldn’t attend Mass that Sunday. Since my fever was breaking, I couldn’t really sleep very well and wound up turning on the TV. What I saw was a great consolation, as I was privileged to catch the live satellite feed of the Closing Mass for the Synod on the Eucharist, celebrated by Pope Benedict XVI.
I followed the Mass as best I could. Even my dachshunds (who were sleeping at my side) were very quiet. I listened to the homily (English translation) and really enjoyed the Mass. It was like being there (okay, so I had a stash of Tamiflu and some Mexican cold medicine - which is way stronger and better than what we have stateside). It wasn’t the meds, though. It was something else. Even though the Holy Father was a gilliion miles away, there was something special that was transmitted live via the airwaves.
Yeah, I would have loved to have gone to Mass that day. But, I was still very weak. However, it was a blessing to at least be able to watch a most beautiful Holy Sacrifice. For me, that set the standard of how our liturgies should be. I haven’t miss a single Papal Mass since Benedict became Pope. I wish I could tell you what JPII’s celebration of Mass was like, but, it’s now like a big blur. I am grateful for the TV telecasts of the Papal Masses.