I am going to Vigil Mass at my 10 short pew church tonight. It was built when people were Catholic, much as today. It has a communion rail , and x generation of birds nesting in the roof. It is next to the pub, in the olden day’s I am sure people had their beer and shandys after Mass. Now the clients at the pub compete for occupation of the streets acoustic space.
Now who will turn up to celebrate Mass tonight, any clergy from the Bishop, Bishop Emeritus, down to our mission Priest, we won’t know till they arrive. They all have things in common, they bring the newsletter, it has the readings on it and births and deaths. If there is a baby to be baptised it’s done in Mass, we love it. Whoever turns up be it Bishop or Mission Priest will Bless items by bootlight while waiting for the Church to be opened. The lady with the keys runs on milking time.
The clergy all wear the garments with the agricultural theme. Especially important at this time of year, hay is being cut so we don’t want rain, and hens are hatching their chicks ( i have two hens on one nest, they started hatching their communal nest yesterday. ). And yes male livestock are going wandering to visit their herds. One family had a fine bull turn up in its heifer paddock…that went unclaimed by its owner for some days. Probably because it was Angus and the heifers highland. The boar, being a very intelligent gent sneaks in and out of the girls pens. Time to turn up the electric fence.
So what’s the point of this post? Be grateful you have a Church and a Priest. My clergy will be travelling hundreds of km Sunday and Christmas Monday so we can all celebrate the Paschal Mystery.
They won’t get Christmas lunch. They will be journeying through the heat, to allow us to have Mass at tiny Churches like mine.