In giving Holy Communion I see tongues in all shapes and sizes...Back in my Anglican days I used to muse about writing a book about all my experiences as a chalice bearer. The deacon (you know who you are) had perverse pleasure in handing me either "the swimming pool" chalice--wide and shallow--that sloshed wine everywhere, or the Schwarzenegger chalice--heavy, ornate, capacious--so that when I had to consume the leftover wine, I ended up staggering back to my pew, encumbered by my cassock and surplice (yeah, chalice bearers had vestments). Now, as a Catholic, I'm just a normal pewsitter, so I have no memories to build about being an Extraordinary Minister of the Eucharist. There are plenty of other things that distract me as it is.
...Oh, and there's the big guy who likes to be in the front pew. He comes up, and before I can say, "The Body of Christ," he's already got his mouth open and his tongue stuck out. I place the host on his tongue, and then he says, "Awm-med," (instead of "Amen) because his mouth is full. Then I want to say, "Don't talk with your mouth full."
Thursday, August 02, 2007
~Fr. Stephanos, OSB, reflects on the diversity of, well, tongues.