Dr. Bombay:
Give it up, Alan. We love embarrassing stories. :clapping:
Oh no. An audience. That’s one thing I don’t think I can ever resist! For me that’s almost as hard to resist as the Double Dog Dare.
OK. Well, how far back? hmm…
When I went to college, that was it for me and going to church for a while. I don’t know if I ever had missed Mass until I moved away from my parents. Anyhow, that was in 1977 and sometime about 1985 I got back into going to Church and it seemed things had changed. Most notably, Communion in the hand – I never received that way, not having been instructed, until years later when our pastor went over the norms like he does about once a year. The holding hands thing, never heard anything about it and it bothered me.
OK, fast forward. My oldest son Matt and a friend of my oldest daughter Catherine have been somewhat contentious for years, but four weeks ago it got worse than usual. The girl, Karen, has been cantoring for me for a few years now; she shows up almost every Sunday for 8 am Mass. Sometimes if my kids are with me they’ll join and have several kids singing. If nobody shows up, I cover it.
So four weeks ago, Karen and Matt both sang as cantors. Afterwards, Matt and Karen seemed more rude than usual toward each other.
I asked Matt why the increased tensions.
Apparently Karen had tried to holds hands with Matt during the Our Father and Matt wouldn’t. Well, she returned the favor by refusing to shake Matt’s hand during the handshake of peace. I hadn’t noticed this going on at the time. She thought Matt’s refusal to Hold Hands was out of his animosity toward her.
The following week, I started to explain to her that Matt just hated holding hands; it wasn’t a personal thing for her. So before Mass started, I was explaining this and regaled her with the tale of how this hand-holding thing always struck me as slightly Protestant, and that they started doing it when I was away from Church, plus they did it Without Consulting Me.
Now it gets worse. It came time for Mass and we played the opening hymn, sang the responses etc. Then during the sermon I completed the explanation by writing notes!

We are hidden behind the organ and piano, so it’s not like we were disturbing anyone else. As I explained all the reasons we didn’t like to do this, including the fact that Nobody Consulted Me about it and several other points, I concluded by saying – and besides, it always makes me feel slightly … gay.
She was amused, and apparently understood and when the Our Father came, she smiled in my direction.
Now comes next week. Her whole family was there – siblings, cousin, and both parents – and I noticed during the Our Father that they were enthusiastically Holding Hands, and they all raised in perfect unison at the “for thine” part.
Aaaahhhh!! Suddenly I felt Terribly Evil, just having completely trashed this custom of the family of a Minor Child (she and Cath are HS sophomores). If there’s one thing I believe in, it might be Not Trashing a Minor Child’s Family’s Customs.
So the following week, as an act of penance, without any warning, I offered my hand to Karen before the Our Father, and willingly Raised when It Was Time, and yes, I did it – even the little squeezy-hand thing before letting go! Yes, I went the whole route. Last week, Catherine was there too and looked a bit surrised when I started the handholding thing for a Second Week in a row, but she took my hand and Karen’s and we did “the thing” (I did skip the squeezy-hand thing at least, but Karen didn’t know because I was holding Catherine’s hand at the time).
I’m thinking now maybe I’ve done enough penance. Two weeks in a row? That was a lot, I think. OMG what if I’ve led Karen to believe that I mean to do this Every Week now? :bigyikes:
Alan