As we near Holy Week, we remember the days of COVID tyranny when we were forced to celebrate Easter MMXX in Dry Mass fashion. For myself, I built an Easter fire in my backyard with my son. At that time, I was very grateful to have a Missal. But ever since I discovered the glories of the pre-1955 Holy Week, I have been even more thankful for my Missal to help me enter in, as best I can…
