A senior moment can strike any of us eventually - let's hope we're not in public when it does...
A senior moment can strike any of us eventually - let's hope we're not in public when it does... I went to an early St Patrick's Day mass this morning, to help the school out with some of the music. Sad thing was, our elderly semi-retired priest said the Mass and he lost the plot a couple of times, flipping over pages in his book and saying prayers you don't usually say in Lent, which probably upset him. So during communion, he had a totally senior moment and we think he completely forgot that people can receive communion in their hands these days (he's 82), and half way through the line he started forcing the hosts into the children's mouths. It was quite funny if you are able to look past the sadness of it, because the children, not getting a host placed in their cupped hands, were trying to reach up and take it from Father, and he was trying to avoid their hands and shove it in their mouths. For some it became quite a wrestling match, some of them being sent away empty handed, and confused! I have no idea what he must have thought, all these people trying to touch the hosts! The children are not used to this, hardly anyone in our parish takes communion this way any more, maybe four or five people, and I had to whip along the line telling the children to open their mouths and put out their tongues. Finn did it well! It was peculiar and really very comical, despite the sadness of Father Kenny's loss of mind for that moment. It was a Rowan Atkinson kind of comedy!
One of our best and hard-working older parishioners is dying of cancer this week. I think he'll be gone by the end of the weekend. He apparently looked at his wife yesterday and said, 'hey, Agnes, I haven't done much for Lent this year!'
And it has just started pouring again! I am glad to be back home, inside, ready for a coffee!