A few months ago our pastor took a month off to return to his native Ireland, so we had a substitute priest - a retired priest who is about 80 years old. After communion, he returned to his seat while the servers cleared the altar. After the servers returned to their seats, the congregation waited for Father to rise to offer the closing prayers…and waited and waited and waited. After about three minutes a soft murmur could be heard in the congregation, and as time passed the murmur became louder and the atmosphere more and more uncomfortable. Father was wearing one of those clip on microphones, and soon his snoring could be heard echoing throughout the church. Finally, one of the servers (a girl of about 14) softly elbowed him in the side. Nothing. Another elbow in the side. Again, nothing. Finally, out of desperation, the server said, in a stage whisper that could be heard in the back row, “Father, wake up.” In one fluid motion he jumped to his feet and proclaimed loudly, “We believe in one God, the Father, the Almighty…”