First Communion

The church wasn't terribly full this morning, but I suspect that many parishioners, much like the monsignor, were at the cathedral for the new pointy-hat archbishop's first Mass. That basically left the second string (even at the keyboard) for us this morning at St. Stevie's.

Hymns this morning were Morning Has Broken (with a weird set of words), How Firm a Foundation, and Father We Thank Thee (plus some responsorial ditty at communion no one sang). Mass setting was a hodge-podge as usual, but this time incorporating Proulx's A Community Mass during the prayers of consecration.

The priest preached about death and taxes and how a priest friend of his wants to die in a plane crash.

There was a different female cantor there this morning. I kind of liked her.

Mass was a first for Ry Ry, who's a recovering Baptist and who'd not really done real church before. I didn't think he was going to go up for communion, but he did anyway; I was amused when he said "that wine was really strong!" If I'd known Ryan was going to have his First Communion, I'd have dressed him up in a frilly white frock.

On the way out, we ran in to monsignor as he was walking back to the church from the cathedral, so I introduced him to Ryan. Monsignor says that Ryan and I look like brothers. LOL