And by "central point" I mean central point "of departure". Hold the corrections.
I know what the source and summit of Christian life is, thank you.
LOL. Reminds of the time my oldest was torch-bearer. As he knelt with the torch for what must have seemed like eternity to him, I noticed him releasing his hands to see if the torch would balance. His torch would balance for a second, then slowly tilt a few degrees, and then he would catch it. This little game was repeated again and again. If it were possible for a Dad's reprimands to ooze through the back of a boy's head, it would have happened that morning!
Oh, Jeff, that brought up a memory of Zteen when he was first a torchbearer. It takes them awhile to get used to being vested in all those layers of clothing, and new boys are always turning white and feeling dizzy.
Zteen, for MONTHS, would kneel, holding the torch, during the consecration, and gradually turn whiter and whiter, and I would watch the torch tip a little more and a little more.
He never actually fell over (thank goodness!), but I think it was due to the fact that for 6 months I never heard a word of the consecration prayer--I was too busy interceding that Zack would not tip over in the middle of mass.
I'm sure God has forgiven me for my lack of attention in those early days of altar serving......
One of the things I have found comes with parenthood is that your public embarassment threshhold goes into the stratosphere.
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