Another first for me. Even after more than thirty years of liturgy and music, I continue to experience novel things. I tapped a young man to lead least night’s Palm Sunday procession (we walk around the church building). But he was nervous and asked a young woman with him to do it in his stead. So I gave a second set of instructions.
After inviting the assembly to empty the pews and leave the building, I attended to finding a fall-back position in case Passion reader #1 (still not in the building) didn’t show. By the time the substitute had been found and briefed, I went out to the parking lot. To my amazement, the procession was already on the move. Had that time really sped by so quickly? Blessing of branches, reading, and that longish introduction with the awkward elevated language?
None of it happened. Apparently, the woman with the cross just kept moving once she got out the door. So all the rituals took place once we were back in the building.
So armchair liturgists, a question for you. Suppose your liturgy runs off the rails like this. To what extent will you try to wrangle wayward sheep to “do it right”? How far afield does it have to go before you just shrug your shoulders and let it go?