We had an excellent Baptism at our parish. Wow, I love these adult converts and their new-gay enthusiasm!
Catholicism. Ancient. Ever-young.
I meant new-GUY enthusiasm. (Cheeks pinking up.)
Well, "gay," in the original sense of joyful, light-hearted, wholesome and merry!
She had the job of bearing the jar of chrism beside Monsignor as he confirmed the newly-baptised and those received into the church.
Several people mentioned to me afterwards that they noticed she looked at every confirmand and gave them a sweet smile (I was up in the choir loft and couldn't really see, but I did think she was smiling.) She's got an honest, freckled little Irish face, big grey eyes, and a 1000 watt smile.
She said afterwards, "They all looked so nervous, I wanted them to know they were welcome."