… The very nature of beauty appeals to us and draws in our souls. I know it can be called liturgical snobbery to prefer the smells and bells, but these smells and bells are so much more than liturgical perfunctory actions and meaningless pomp. They serve as concrete physical reminders of something very spiritual and supernatural taking place during the mass.
Example; this past weekend I invited my Unfortunate Liberal Friend to mass at my parish. This in itself is no small miracle. My friend, accustomed to hippy vigil masses with a musical preference for bongos and cow bells, asked me after mass if it was a special feast day or something because the choir sounded beautiful and the priest “went all out”.