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"The MassExplained" app or Why I Have To Tell Patrick Madrid I Was Wrong

I noticed on Twitter a week or two back that Patrick Madrid, Catholic apologist extraordinaire, sang the praises of an app called "MassExplained." I took a look at the app, noticed the $25 pricetag and tweeted back: too expensive. And he tweeted back to me: some things are worth it.

He was right.

I downloaded the app. It is worth every penny. Not only does it do exactly what it says (explain the Mass, step-by-step), it includes art, history, Scriptural references, definitions, saints' quotes, music and more. I am enthralled, and I know that I will be referencing it often. I also know that my sister, who is working her way back into the Church, will be able to use this.

So, if you have an Apple or iOS device, get this. Patrick Madrid was right.

Comments

  1. Thank you so much for this post Elise! The price has indeed been a topic of conversation!

    I realize that $24.99 is not the average price for a mobile app. Many people are used to apps being free, 99¢ or perhaps $1.99. This app could have been created to fit that price point. However, I do not feel it would be my best.

    In order to create an app to the best of my ability, I needed to source content that I pay for every time the app is downloaded. This includes:

    • Royalties to music houses for use of their chants and other liturgical music throughout the app.

    • Payments to panoramic photographers, still photographers and videographers for their contributions.

    • Licensing fees to ICEL (The International Commission on English in the Liturgy) for the inclusion of excerpts from the General Instruction of the Roman Missal and several other liturgical texts.

    • Also, despite creating a revenue stream, I chose not to include banner or pop-up ads which would, in my opinion, comprise the learning experience.

    • In addition, I chose to enroll in Apple's VPP program where educational institutions receive a 50% discount.

    • Whether it is a discounted download or not, Apple keeps 30% of all app revenues, which has contributed to the app's final price.

    This app is not the result of a publisher's board meeting or an in-depth market analysis, it is purely one person's act of gratitude. It was personally funded without help from a parish, archdiocese, corporation or institution. I purposefully turned a blind eye to the budget. I pulled out all the stops to create a beautiful app that would hopefully help people fall in love with the Mass, the One who instituted it, and the Church He founded. I returned my talents to Him. It is the best I could offer, my first-fruits.

    I know that $24.99 is more than what some are used to paying, especially in these tough economic times. Unfortunately there is nothing I can do to remedy this. I just hope you agree that the price of the app is not a product of avarice or arrogance, but of arithmetics.

    Thank you so much for purchasing the app. Should you be so inclined, a review in the app store will be most welcomed!

    God bless and have a great weekend!

    -Dan

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  2. I knew you'd like it :)

    Very nice of you to let your readers know about it, too.

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