[NorthMountain]

with an altar boy holding a patent under the chin of each communicant to catch the host if it was dropped.

And we were quietly proud of our ability to catch a dropped Host with that paten ... The idea that the little piece of what appeared to be bread was in fact Our Lord Jesus Christ was deeply ingrained in our young minds. That 'good catch' was an act of the utmost reverence.

[ebb tide]

And don’t forget about how the priest carefully scraped every particle from the paten back into the chalice for final his final consumption.