I got so I was praying just for it all to end.
Deacon what planned this...there’s a story behind it.
I like to call it “The Deacon’s Wife.”
She’s a very pretty woman and dresses very nice. She’s very showy and owns a mink or two. It’s the sort of thing old church people whisper about behind opened palms.
I don’t know her that well except once I so admired a sweater she wore that I asked its origin. Turned out to be some outoftheway online site, goodness she sent me the link and everything.
They have a granddaughter who does a scripture reading on the monthly teen mass. She too is a lovely child but in the Name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost she walked up to the nave one Sunday and you could see her butt cheeks, dear Lord it was sad.
Why on earth did she wear a skirt THAT short and why on earth didn’t her grandparents STOP HER?
So this Deacon with the fancy wife and shameless granddaughter also thinks he can sing.
Well he can sing but American Idol need not panic. But he desperately wants to be choir director for, as he always tells us during mass, he was once a choir director.
Our REAL choir director swears this Deacon hates him, something I find a bit extreme of an assessment but supposedly the Deacon tells the priest things and the priest takes it out on the choir director....I dunno...it goes on and on.
The Deacons, when they are there, DO plan the masses. So I’m thinking Mr. Former Choir Director thought it would be cool to have us kneel and stand 24 times in a row as he serenaded with his beautiful vocal.
This happened on Good Friday and I was only there cause the choir had to sing. I’d sung on Holy Thursday and Easter Vigil, or course.
But I was weary.
Then we had the veneration of the cross and that’s not like communion. There is only ONE cross in the church and the entire church must line up to kneel before it/kiss it.
THAT takes a lot of time but the choir does sing during the veneration to fill the time and one of our members performs a beautiful song called “He Was De-Spi-Sed”...a haunting song and she does really have a beautiful voice.
This mass took two hours but I got to hear the Deacon sing and I am a better person for it.
;)
I find that Every Sunday I get another lesson in patience and not judging.
I sometimes find everything is just fine.
Then other times, I am tested....
“Why can they not pick a song that we could actually sing? where oh where do they get these awful hymns?”
“Why can’t they get the priest’s microphone to work, or just let him talk without one?”
“Maybe I should tell this schmoozing young couple in front of me to just get a motel room.”
” Is it possible a young child age 9 could sit through one hour without a game?”
Guess the Lord is testing my patience. HA!
(ha,,wonder what they are saying about me?)