Monday greetings to all.
Yesterday, at our Epiphany Mass at Saint James, something wonderful and, in a word, "cute," occurred.
The sharing of the sign of peace at Saint James is a bit more extended than in most parishes. People have no qualms about walking across our "hall" (our church building has been closed for over two years) to share the sign of peace with friends and neighbors. Since we are all gathered around the altar, placed at the center of the hall, there is a general feeling of closeness throughout the liturgy. Well, after the sign of peace was concluded (or so we all thought), the extraordinary ministers of Holy Communion had lined up in their appropriate places and the Lamb of God was sung and concluded. It was then that I noticed a young boy of about three or four, carrying a little canvas backpack. He was walking up to each of the extraordinary ministers and touching their hands and smiling at them. He also grasped the hands of all who were seated in the front rows. It was one of those disarming moments of charm. His little round face, wearing the cutest smile, was simply too cute for words. When his embarrassed mother came forward to carry him away, he looked at her with tears in his eyes and said simply, "But I haven't gone all the way around yet, Mommy."
That experience, coupled with one of the most extraordinary piano improvisations (to the Hymn "We Three Kings) after communion, just made the entire Christmas season for me. I feel so blessed to be a Catholic and a member of Saint James Parish on the Chicago's near south side.
Do you have any "cute" stories to share; something out of the ordinary that has occurred at your parish?
Gotta sing. Gotta pray.