I was an altar boy back in the days when communicants would kneel along the altar rail to receive communion while the priest walked back and forth along the rail administering the hosts. The altar boy walked along, holding a gold plate beneath the communicant's chin in case a host should slip from grip. Walking along that carpet in winter, one could build up a pretty good static charge, which could be discharged by touching the gold plate to a convenient chin. Not that I would've ever done that...
Yup, and poured the wine and water into the chalice, too. That's where experience came in, as each priest liked a little different mix. Father D, the old Irish pastor emeritus, liked a good slug of wine with just the tiniest drop of water. Sort of the clerical version of a very dry martini.
It is true. Younger Minnesotans aren't yet made of such stern stuff -- one of my coworkers told me that her little grandson burst into tears when it started to snow.
I know how that kid feels. But tomorrow it is going to be !!55!! DEGREES and I am going to run naked through the streets. Well, OK, walk. With a light jacket.
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It was just a bad idea all around. The responsible parties have been excommunicated. Er... wait. Do protestants even excommunicate?
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HA THANK YOU I'M HERE ALL VEAL TRY THE WEAK.
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(You, too, Haddayr, I just noticed your comment is below here.)
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Next week's message: JESUS LOVES YOU ALOT
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