This evening I attended the celebration of the Lord’s Supper in Glenstal Abbey. One thing in particular draws me there on this particular evening — the singing of the Pange Lingua. That brings me back to my early days, and gives me a warm glow, and a sense of the endurance of the Gospel message.
Chanting the Gospel does nothing for me, I’m afraid; I find it a distraction rather than a help, in listening to the reading.