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mari4212Ah, the joys of summer church.
It started with sitting around a table in the parish hall with our priest and a handful of other people from church, counting up the number of people we knew for a fact were not going to be at church today. We were up to around thirty people who had informed us in advance that they weren't going to be there, although about eleven of that number were the youth group and associated adults who went to New Orleans to help with the rebuild effort.
And it continued with getting drafted to be crucifer, due to the lack of youth available. I haven't served as an acolyte for over five years, when I started getting my dizzy spells and acolyting was aggravating my condition. Since that time, they've completely changed around everything that the acolytes do up on the alter. Trying to learn what you're supposed to be doing while doing it is, you know, rather not fun. Add in the heat from being up on the alter and wearing the acolyte robes, and, well, I'm not doing that ever again. I don't care how much they beg me. I didn't even get to enjoy the music because I was so busy doing things up on the alter.
To distract me from my complaining about acolyting, my mom is petting my head. Good distraction.
It started with sitting around a table in the parish hall with our priest and a handful of other people from church, counting up the number of people we knew for a fact were not going to be at church today. We were up to around thirty people who had informed us in advance that they weren't going to be there, although about eleven of that number were the youth group and associated adults who went to New Orleans to help with the rebuild effort.
And it continued with getting drafted to be crucifer, due to the lack of youth available. I haven't served as an acolyte for over five years, when I started getting my dizzy spells and acolyting was aggravating my condition. Since that time, they've completely changed around everything that the acolytes do up on the alter. Trying to learn what you're supposed to be doing while doing it is, you know, rather not fun. Add in the heat from being up on the alter and wearing the acolyte robes, and, well, I'm not doing that ever again. I don't care how much they beg me. I didn't even get to enjoy the music because I was so busy doing things up on the alter.
To distract me from my complaining about acolyting, my mom is petting my head. Good distraction.
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Date: 2007-06-11 04:27 am (UTC)All we have to do is like fried chicken.