I feel at times like a time traveler thrust into a future that is just totally foreign from what I know is real. My Catholic parents abandoned the church after the great apostasy. As a teen, I embarked on my journey in search of God.
Archbishop Lefebvre's letter to confused Catholics I believe was written to me. But I read that only a short time ago. After my long journey, and finding the sole, merciful priest locally, I am safely ensconced in an Eastern Catholic Church (officially transferred).
But I believe I am called to pester the local Roman-rite ordinary.
I have infiltrated my local NO parish. Gotten to know the people. They know my story. Except that I have a history with their priest. He was the impetus that drove me away from the Roman-rite. It was the fact that he, along with most, if not all, priests in this diocese are against restoring tradition and once they find out you are a 'Trad' you are ignored.
My hopes are of confronting him in front of his parishioners, who are trad-minded folk who believe tradition was done away with. I am there to educate them, to demand a return of tradition. My meeting is the 10th.
Ora pro me.