An event for an elegant blogger
Pontifications is a truly elegant and intelligent blog written by a gentleman who has been working as an Anglican priest for 25 years.
His post last Sunday began thusly
"One month ago, at St. Mary’s Catholic Church in Greenville, South Carolina, I was received into full communion with the Catholic Church. As readers of Pontifications know, Fr Scott Newman is the pastor of St Mary’s and a good friend of our family.
"We arrived in Greenville the preceding Saturday afternoon. With some sadness Scott informed me that the Sunday 11:00 liturgy would not be the spectacular liturgy he was hoping to provide for the occasion. His organist, first trumpeter, and several members of his choir were on holiday. I assured him that none of that mattered, that I rejoiced that he was the priest who would be receiving and confirming me.
"St Mary’s is truly a beautiful Church. We sat in the second pew at the front. I sat at the end of the pew, with my daughter Taryn at my right. The church was full.
"And then the opening hymn began! The music filled the church. A thirty-member choir, brass, violins, timpani—I had been had! Even the congregation sung. Yes, Scott had told the truth. His organist and first trumpeter were out of town; but he had brought in splendid replacements...."
His post last Sunday began thusly
"One month ago, at St. Mary’s Catholic Church in Greenville, South Carolina, I was received into full communion with the Catholic Church. As readers of Pontifications know, Fr Scott Newman is the pastor of St Mary’s and a good friend of our family.
"We arrived in Greenville the preceding Saturday afternoon. With some sadness Scott informed me that the Sunday 11:00 liturgy would not be the spectacular liturgy he was hoping to provide for the occasion. His organist, first trumpeter, and several members of his choir were on holiday. I assured him that none of that mattered, that I rejoiced that he was the priest who would be receiving and confirming me.
"St Mary’s is truly a beautiful Church. We sat in the second pew at the front. I sat at the end of the pew, with my daughter Taryn at my right. The church was full.
"And then the opening hymn began! The music filled the church. A thirty-member choir, brass, violins, timpani—I had been had! Even the congregation sung. Yes, Scott had told the truth. His organist and first trumpeter were out of town; but he had brought in splendid replacements...."
<< Home