Random musings on our Deacon’s ordination Mass last evening, some spoken out loud, some just rollin round my head.
Weeks ago: “Ok son, you would like to go, we’ll see.”
As we were departing: “Oh man NASCAR at MIS this weekend, how in the world are we going to get through this snarl of humanity to get to the cathedral?”
Once we arrived at the cathedral & through out the evening: “Protesters, oh brother, “Jesus was inclusive, women’s ordination now!!!” is that what that sign said?”
“Oh look the Adrian Dominicans are here.” Ok, sorry about that one Lord, this is better. “In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen.” “AVE MARIA, gratia plena, Dominus tecum. Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Iesus. Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen.”
“Cool, I won’t be the only one wearing a mantilla, that should drive the woman’s ordination crowd nuts.”
“Oh, look, fellow Holly Land Pilgrims, how are you, long time no see.”
“Are you nervous Deacon Tom?”
“Yes, this pew is very full, but I believe my husband and son have saved a bit of room for me there in the middle, thanks.”
“We need to take up a collection for better AC in our cathedral.”
“This is the most enormous procession of priests I have ever seen in my life.”
“Is he pouring that Chrism from a jug like water?” “Wow, that’s a LOT of holy oil.”
“We have new priests, and one will be at our Parish. Whoot, whoot.”
Consecration prayers recited by over one hundred men at once felt more like a force, a wall of energy, light, Truth, beauty, love. It felt more like a physical wave than an auditory recitation of prayers and even my wandering brain was speechless.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, Pray For These Men, Hide Them In The Folds of Your Mantle. Amen.