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Agnus-Dei
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I like yours better.
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flintlock
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We used to have a priest who used a piece of Christmas Tree branch (small thing, not the whole branch), and he enjoyed it too much as it would hold alot of water in those branch bristles and some people got soaked with Holy Water.
I also never knew that water flinger thingy had an official name.
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Convert3
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A few weeks ago during the homily, someone’s cell phone started ringing loudly. It took the lady a little time to dig in her purse to get the phone to silence it. Once it was silenced, our priest burst out “thank you, thank you so much! Whenever a cell phone rings during mass I’m so happy it wasn’t me!”
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mary15
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So being in love with the One True Church, I walked up this past April to receive into my hand the true presence of Jesus Christ.
In a state of awe and wonder, that Jeus himself was in my hand, I stood there transfixed upon the wonder in my hands.
Not realizing it was too long of a transfixation on the wonder of it all,
My priest leaned into me and whispered, “Eat it”…go ahead…“Eat it”
HIs eyes were sparking, and Im sure he found it amusing, yet he was so happy for all of us
So I snapped out of my “deer in headlights” situational stare, and I did indeed eat it.
Whew!
In a state of awe and wonder, that Jeus himself was in my hand, I stood there transfixed upon the wonder in my hands.
Not realizing it was too long of a transfixation on the wonder of it all,
My priest leaned into me and whispered, “Eat it”…go ahead…“Eat it”
HIs eyes were sparking, and Im sure he found it amusing, yet he was so happy for all of us
So I snapped out of my “deer in headlights” situational stare, and I did indeed eat it.
Whew!
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BartholomewB
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Useless knowledge #476We used to have a priest who used a piece of Christmas Tree branch (small thing, not the whole branch), and he enjoyed it too much as it would hold alot of water in those branch bristles and some people got soaked with Holy Water.
I also never knew that water flinger thingy had an official name.
The rite is derived from the practice in ancient Judaism of sprinkling people with the blood of a sacrificed animal. This was to be done by dipping a bunch of hyssop (e.g. Lev 14:6-7). In Spanish and Portuguese, the Catholic aspergillum is still called hisopo or hissope.
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SteelArchangel
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It’s Christmas Eve 1986 and I’m four years old.
Prior to leaving the house, I somehow got into the medicine cabinet and drank half if not most of a bottle of Triaminic (the sweet orange colored children’s cold syrup medicine). Halfway through the Christmas Even Children’s Mass, I stand up in the pew and feel incredibly sleepy, like I can’t stay awake. I fall over and pass out stone cold in the pew with a total thud. My mother freaks out and tries waking me up. My father nonchalantly tells her, “oh, I think he drank some of that Triaminic syrup before we left the house, so he may be a little sleepy, I didn’t think it was a big deal to tell you…” The car ride home wasn’t a pleasant one for my father’s ears! : 0
Prior to leaving the house, I somehow got into the medicine cabinet and drank half if not most of a bottle of Triaminic (the sweet orange colored children’s cold syrup medicine). Halfway through the Christmas Even Children’s Mass, I stand up in the pew and feel incredibly sleepy, like I can’t stay awake. I fall over and pass out stone cold in the pew with a total thud. My mother freaks out and tries waking me up. My father nonchalantly tells her, “oh, I think he drank some of that Triaminic syrup before we left the house, so he may be a little sleepy, I didn’t think it was a big deal to tell you…” The car ride home wasn’t a pleasant one for my father’s ears! : 0
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mary15
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Overwhelmed with love, as a newbie in the church, I decided to try and kneel to receive the host.
I happened to have an 80 year old priest filling in that day, and he did not know me
He didnt know that I sometimes kneel when everyone else stands to receive
so I got down there and after taking the host, he quipped to me
“are you sure you dont need any help getting up?” with a broad grin on his face.
that was so embarrassing
but I popped back up as usual, but felt mortified
I happened to have an 80 year old priest filling in that day, and he did not know me
He didnt know that I sometimes kneel when everyone else stands to receive
so I got down there and after taking the host, he quipped to me
“are you sure you dont need any help getting up?” with a broad grin on his face.
that was so embarrassing
but I popped back up as usual, but felt mortified
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INFOWeather
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It was Easter 2019. I was MC at our parish, but I get ‘demoted’ when the seminarians come back for break (winter and summer). We decided to light the 4 candles off the altar where the congregation sits (which we rarely do). As Mass is ongoing, I realize that the candles are starting to get rather low - so low that the metal on top of the candles were beginning to build up in pressure and shoot into the air. Now, this metal is scalding hot because of the flame of the candle. The first candle top fell off during the Our Father. So as soon as I received Communion, I got a candle snuffer and a stool (the candles were tall) to extinguish all of them. I ended up getting them all out, but slightly burnt my hand in the process - I had to wrap my hand around the hot metal and grab the candle to blow it out because one of the candles was pinned against a wall so I could neither extinguish it nor remove it. Needless to say, our pastor and deacon were not thrilled with the situation, so we haven’t lit those candles since.
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INFOWeather
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On Easter Sunday 2018, I was serving Mass with my brother, some seminarians, and my ex-girlfriend’s brother. In the middle of the Our Father, I hear a body collapse next to me and I see that it is my ex’s brother. Upon falling down, he also knocked over a water glass. So I run to the sacristy and one of the seminarians picks the fallen server up and carries him to the sacristy as well. Within 30 seconds, he was awake, we had him sitting down, I gave him water, and my ex’s mom was in the sacristy with us. We think he just locked his knees and passed out briefly.
catholic03
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Another experience with my ordinary, the Cardinal Archbishop:
When I was altar serving last December, the Cardinal was celebrating Mass.
My Cardinal-Archbishop, as I say is very down to earth and friendly. He has also written (and was on international Catholic news sites when he said this) that one should not call priests “Father” and that he doesn’t want to be called “Your Eminence”.
I don’t think his opinion is unorthodox, although I don’t agree with it.
Anyway, the couple of times he asked me something before/after Mass, I addressed him as “Your Eminence”. I feel this may have exasperated him, as he has expressed that he doesn’t want to be addressed that manner.
It is quite embarrassing and I do feel I have disrespected him a little.
When I was altar serving last December, the Cardinal was celebrating Mass.
My Cardinal-Archbishop, as I say is very down to earth and friendly. He has also written (and was on international Catholic news sites when he said this) that one should not call priests “Father” and that he doesn’t want to be called “Your Eminence”.
I don’t think his opinion is unorthodox, although I don’t agree with it.
Anyway, the couple of times he asked me something before/after Mass, I addressed him as “Your Eminence”. I feel this may have exasperated him, as he has expressed that he doesn’t want to be addressed that manner.
It is quite embarrassing and I do feel I have disrespected him a little.
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dochawk
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"Forgive me, hey you!, for . . . "
Eastern Christians typically kiss a priest’s hand in greeting.
There is a great tale of (I forget who ) reaching for the priest’s hand, which he withdrew, not liking the practice. She scolded him, “It’s not your hand that I’m trying to kiss, Father!”.
There’s respecting the office, and there’s also respecting the respect of the office . . .
I had a student in my office asking about what to call me. I’m fine with a simple “doc”, or “professor”, or “Dr. Hawkins”, but I find my first name inappropriate. Not because I mind being called that, or any ego trip, but because it cheapens/undermines the relationship that they are there for (an English professor up the hall strongly preferred his first name, which seemed to work for him, which led to the question).
I didn’t mind the “Hey! Dochawk!” called across a quad at all. (In fact, once I had a car again, it went on my licensor’s plate :crazy_face
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Catholic361
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TheHolyTrinity
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That reminds me of my childhood, albeit embarrassing moment.
As a young child we would attend Catholic Mass in the community hall with a wooden floor. The hall was was amazing with echo acoustics. My Dad used to give us all a coin to place in the donation box.
Well on one occasion that coin failed to stay firmly in my grip. It rolled right under the table (acting alter). At speed it rolled around and around in circles.
The priest had stopped saying Mass at this point. I cringe and wish the coin to stop.
It finally rolled into a tight circle, clattering on its side for eternity.
My younger sibling made sure everybody knew who dropped the coin. Argh.
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As a young child we would attend Catholic Mass in the community hall with a wooden floor. The hall was was amazing with echo acoustics. My Dad used to give us all a coin to place in the donation box.
Well on one occasion that coin failed to stay firmly in my grip. It rolled right under the table (acting alter). At speed it rolled around and around in circles.
The priest had stopped saying Mass at this point. I cringe and wish the coin to stop.
It finally rolled into a tight circle, clattering on its side for eternity.
My younger sibling made sure everybody knew who dropped the coin. Argh.
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Servant31
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The priest made a joke and two younger girls 18ish were sitting in the front. Everyone laughed. One of the two snorted…loudly…everyone laughed even more.
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Catholic361
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I personally prefer to receive on the tongue because I have difficulty with one of my hands so it’s awkward for me to receive this way. When we were practicing for the Easter vigil that is one of the ways we were practicing , I quickly and quietly as possible tried to explain the situation with my hands they still told me that I had to practice receiving on the hand. I didn’t like it but did the best I could. I receive on the tongue. I hope that receiving on the tongue doesn’t get dropped from the mass. cringe
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Catholic361
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I turn mine off before mass
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Bill6
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Greetings in Christ, I went to Holy Communion. The Minister hit me in the face with the Host. The Host cracked in half. It was very embarrassing and I think he even gave me a nasty look. The minister either didn’t want to minister on the tounge or was unprepared to do so (the vast majority of people at my Church reccieve on the hand).
God bless and Mary keep you
God bless and Mary keep you
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Crocus
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My almost three-year-old granddaughter accompanied me to Church. I told her beforehand that I would give her some money to put in the little church box, and she should watch and do what the other little children do, when they go up to the front.
The time came, I gave her a fistful of coins which she dutifully dropped, one, after another, after another, smiling happily, until she was the last one standing there, still dropping, dropping, dropping, almost endlessly dropping, dropping, dropping.
The time came, I gave her a fistful of coins which she dutifully dropped, one, after another, after another, smiling happily, until she was the last one standing there, still dropping, dropping, dropping, almost endlessly dropping, dropping, dropping.
catholic03
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At my grandmother’s Requiem Funeral Mass a couple of years ago, the priest repeatedly referred to her as ‘Margaret’ even though that was not her name. And he’d known of my grandmother since the mid- 1990s.
He’s a good priest, nonetheless. He married my parents, baptised me, and celebrated the funeral Masses of both of my grandparents.
He’s a good priest, nonetheless. He married my parents, baptised me, and celebrated the funeral Masses of both of my grandparents.
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JanR
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That sounds more cute than embarrassing.
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