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GwenL
Guest
At daily Mass this morning, I was the reader (my second time). The sacristan and I were in the sacristy; he was getting things set up for Mass (one of our priests was scheduled as celebrant) and I was arranging the sacramentary and lectionary and our book of general intercession prayers. Into the sacristry walks this gentleman whom I’d never before seen. To both I and the sacristan, he was obviously a priest…he just carried himself that way. We both automatically called him “father,” introduced ourselves, and asked him if he was concelebrating. He introduced himself as Bishop N.
Of course, about five mintues later, in comes our rector and two other of our priests.
He was wearing an off-white, non-cotton shirt with a high, stiff collar (but not a Roman collar), a black suit jacket and black pants. He had a huge silver cross (may have been a crucifix but I didn’t want to stick my nose in his chest) on a chain around his neck. Did we miss some (unknown to me) identifying sign? Maybe the cross was a pectoral cross? He did put this cross outside his chausble after vesting.
Turns out he is from Kenya. Isn’t it cool that a bishop from Kenya could just walk into your sacristry and celebrate Mass–guess that’s why it’s the universal Church!
He was wearing an off-white, non-cotton shirt with a high, stiff collar (but not a Roman collar), a black suit jacket and black pants. He had a huge silver cross (may have been a crucifix but I didn’t want to stick my nose in his chest) on a chain around his neck. Did we miss some (unknown to me) identifying sign? Maybe the cross was a pectoral cross? He did put this cross outside his chausble after vesting.
Turns out he is from Kenya. Isn’t it cool that a bishop from Kenya could just walk into your sacristry and celebrate Mass–guess that’s why it’s the universal Church!