My daughter must be wondering … are we going to every deacon ordination in this archdiocese now?
We went two years ago to celebrate a friend’s ordination, not knowing that the recent death of his wife had put things in motion to delay. But that was fine. Anita and I know many deacons here in Iowa, many fine couples, including two who are among our dearest friends in the world. We had a great time, plus it was a moving and prayerful liturgy.
Jerry was ordained today. It was another great celebration. Best of all, my wife said she felt good–which is a scarce thing these days. I’d drive three hours one way to give my wife a good day any day, every day.
Give me congregational singing any day–like today. The repertoire wasn’t amazing; in fact except for the Communion song, it was pretty pedestrian. They didn’t rush their way through it either: two hours and seventeen minutes. But somehow I found myself moved by singing the chestnut “Pescador de Hombres.” Imagine that.
For me, the binding of a community makes the liturgy. I saw many friends and I knew the backstory of some, including one who had lost a dear wife not two years ago. And still, the witness of faith. Give me this expression of faith over a High Church but more hollow effort. No wonder nobody sang.