So… last Friday (11th August), Max and I attended Mass together again. He was too tired to go to preschool; to be fair, due to jury service/duty, he was there Monday to Wednesday way longer than he would usually be. He deserved another day off.
I was gutted once again, for not bringing my phone to Church. Not only did Max ring the bells again, but he served at the alter. After Father Peter washed his hands to prepare for breaking the bread (body of Christ), Max handed him the cloth/towel to dry his hands. Well, well, well… a normally talkative boy was lost for words as everyone praised him for helping out. Finally, my ears had a little rest! Tee hee!
In addition, as we waited in line for our blessing, I knew Max was up to something with Teddy… as his turn approached, out shot his hand/arm, Teddy dangling. Father Peter bent down and blessed Max’s best friend. My heart sang.
In a previous post, I spoke about a little door that is generally locked, but always seems to be open when I take Max to Church. This photo does not show just how scary it actually is. It’s tiny and dark. Even I’m scared and walk wide to avoid it.
These figures are close to the door, so doesn’t help the fear factor either.
As is this one. (You can see the doorway in the background). The despair on this chap’s face is just too much, so I took the photo from the front as he is crying out to the side.
After the service, an elderly lady asked if I was teaching him to serve, and that if I was, it would be a very good thing. She looked to pleased at the thought of a child taking such a step, I replied, “Wouldn’t that be wonderful?” She said it would, and wore a smile on her face until she was out of sight.
We’re looking forward to our next day off together.