Occasional confessions of an altar server

Today is St David’s day, the patron saint of Wales. I shall be wearing my leek (a felt one!) with pride. No one knows why the Welsh wear leeks on St David’s day. The saint himself is usually represented standing on a mound with a dove on his shoulder. In that respect, a leek is less messy.

St David’s reputed last words were ‘Be joyful, bothers and sisters. Keep the faith and do the little things you have heard and seen me do’. He was a wise man: it’s the little things that make the difference.

Dewi Sant gweddia drosom ni.

I had a lucky escape yesterday. There are three churches in our parish and I serve at one of them. Yesterday, the rota threw everything into chaos. I was down to serve at another church at which I have attended two services. I have never served there before; I don’t know where anything is and to cap it all, the service was being conducted by a visiting celebrant. Read the rest of this entry »

I wasn’t serving this Sunday so was able to listen and digest without worrying about whether all was running to plan. At least the panics and omissions were limited to the sermon and that, thankfully, is never my responsibility. Read the rest of this entry »

Or: three wise men and their associated camel.

Sunday last was the first Sunday after Epiphany, but as Epiphany fell on a Saturday this year, our church celebrated the festival a day late. Read the rest of this entry »