Monday, July 07, 2008

One Please.

Here at Saint James the Just, we have LOTS of babies. (Which is a lot of fun because I can play with them all and then hand them back to their parents when they get cranky or have produced toxic waste. Score for celibacy!) As the little guys get older, the start to notice that their parents are receiving something they aren't in the Communion line. Usually, they start reaching for the Host. Sometimes, they are even more creative.

Andrew is about two years old. (He is also the nephew of an Alhambra Carmelite.) He has been reaching for the Host for some time and has noticed that it hasn't gotten him anywhere. Two weeks ago after I had blessed him and was giving his mother the Host, he held up one finger and said, clear as a bell, "One please!" This was bad because the priest really shouldn't be laughing while distributing Holy Communion.

As I said before, the pastoral fun never stops.

8 comments:

gemoftheocean said...

:-D Once I attended a daily Mass in San Diego at ComNavSurfPac - the military chaplain saying Mass had a devil of a time. In the front row there was a granddad with his 4 year old grandson. I was directly behind them, so most of the congregation couldn't see the little boy.

But the priest could. And the little boy was following "simon says"-like each and every gesture the priest did. Father tried to "Maintain" for the longest time...but finally just burst out laughing and said "Sorry, can't help it, the little boy up front is following my every move." Giggles of delight all around then...because people had thought father lost his mind!

Karen

Vincenzo said...

lol

Kit Brookside said...

LOL!!!

My 10 y/o, when she was 3 or so, got a bit miffed with one of our Augustinian fathers at St. Pat's in San Diego after I received communion on the tongue (one sure way to avoid the communion-in-the-hand issue - carry your kid!) and while I was walking away, she lunged up and over my shoulder and yelled back to Fr. Tony: "Hey! I wanna cookie TOOOOOOO!!!" All within earshot cracked up. I was too mortified to look back and see what Fr. thought.

gemoftheocean said...

:-D Kit, it requires great skill on the part of the parent holding a toddler and the person giving you Communion no matter which way you receive. It's amazing how toddlers have a ten foot wing span. I've had to reach around many a waving toddler arm/hand trying to "grab the cookie" as I pilot It to parent's mouth!

St Pats? Lovely old church!

Kit Brookside said...

St. Pat's in North Park....oh how I miss those Augustinians. Fr. Tony was the retired principal of St. Augustine's HS, with a fabulous sonorous baritone voice that delivered spot-on, brilliant, educational homilies...and with the type of scowl at anyone not comporting themselves properly that made many cringe (years of dealing with HS boys), but made the Beloved and I bite our cheeks so's not to giggle. He did seem to appreciate our girls' antics, probably due to the fact that we were able to keep them in line most of the time.

I imagine Fr. Erik being much the same...

Diva Mom Vicki said...

My most humbling moment during Mass: Bittyman was 3. He walked up with me to Communion. He did his best bow, arms crossed, waiting for a blessing from Father. Father smiled at the display of reverence from such a young boy and I beamed with pride...

until I took Communion and heard Bittyman's voice ring out for the entire congregation to hear, "YAY! NOW CHURCH IS OVER!!!"

Yep. Pride goeth before the fall.

Adoro te Devote said...

Thanks, I needed a laugh!

And as a single woman, I gotta say I'm with Father on the celibacy issue...I get to have fun with the kids, but when they cry or something ( ahem ) I get to hand them over to Mom and Dad and then I can go do something else. :-)

eulogos said...

In the Eastern rite the little ones receive, from infancy.

On a spoon. I am sure the mothers must have to hold their arms from about 5 mos to about 2 to keep them from grabbing the spoon.

When I was 7 and not Catholic or even baptized, I used to go to mass with my Catholic grandmother sometimes. (must have been the old mass, come to think of it.) One time I saw all these other kids my age going up and asked my Grandmother if I could go too. She said no and I said "But why not?" She wouldn't answer because she didn't want to seem to criticize my mother to me...so I went right on asking and arguing...

I guess God heard me and worked it out so that about 13 or 14 years later, I did get to.
Susan Peterson