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Margaret Mary: “Can you believe the renovation committee in my parish has voted to remove the Communion rails?”
Esther: “Welcome to the club, honey. My parish was renovated three years ago, and they got rid of the Communion rails *and *the footstools!”
Footstoolers. You gotta love ‘em! Oh you know who they are… You might even be one. They’re those folks who promptly put the kneeler down the moment they enter the pew with no intention whatsoever of raising it again. Ever.
These fine people might kneel for a spell, but as soon as they slide their hindquarters back on the pew, up go the feet. It’s ottoman time. They even let their shorties (that’s coolspeak for “kids”
) stand on them. (How else are they going to be able to stick a crayon in your ear from behind?) And some footstoolers are sometimes even loathe to raise it so others can get past them, turning grown men into poor imitations of Nadia Comaneci on the balance beam.
So… waddaya think? Can we all just agree on this one thing? Kneelers are not footstools. Sounds reasonable to me, but no doubt the “anything goes” folks will line up to have their say:
“My lower back hasn’t been the same since I gave birth to the triplets. I have to put my feet up…”
“You can’t judge what’s in the heart of the footstooler. Maybe they need to take pressure off their bladder.”
“God loves me, my neighbors love me, I love me, even with my feet up…”
“When I’m at Mass, I’m comfortable in my skin.” (I hate that expression!)
“If you were focussed on Christ you wouldn’t have so much time to worry about sticking your dismount…”
Anyway, even though I know we won’t all agree, this one seems like a no-brainer. Truth is I suppose, if we did all agree, there would be fewer people to make fun of.
Esther: “Welcome to the club, honey. My parish was renovated three years ago, and they got rid of the Communion rails *and *the footstools!”
Footstoolers. You gotta love ‘em! Oh you know who they are… You might even be one. They’re those folks who promptly put the kneeler down the moment they enter the pew with no intention whatsoever of raising it again. Ever.
These fine people might kneel for a spell, but as soon as they slide their hindquarters back on the pew, up go the feet. It’s ottoman time. They even let their shorties (that’s coolspeak for “kids”
So… waddaya think? Can we all just agree on this one thing? Kneelers are not footstools. Sounds reasonable to me, but no doubt the “anything goes” folks will line up to have their say:
“My lower back hasn’t been the same since I gave birth to the triplets. I have to put my feet up…”
“You can’t judge what’s in the heart of the footstooler. Maybe they need to take pressure off their bladder.”
“God loves me, my neighbors love me, I love me, even with my feet up…”
“When I’m at Mass, I’m comfortable in my skin.” (I hate that expression!)
“If you were focussed on Christ you wouldn’t have so much time to worry about sticking your dismount…”
Anyway, even though I know we won’t all agree, this one seems like a no-brainer. Truth is I suppose, if we did all agree, there would be fewer people to make fun of.