At OSP yesterday for the ordination of Fr Simon. It is always nice to see how others do things and I’ve never been at OSP for an ordination before for some reason. I think that deep down I knew it was going to be a marathon, and I wasn’t wrong. And you’d be hard pressed to spot Simon in the sanctuary for the amount of clergy and servers that were there. Lovely choir – with trumpet – Oh how I want a trumpet player in my church – doing Widor which I’ve heard before but don’t know well. It was suitably important.
We clergy had our own server to keep us right because visiting clergy and notoriously badly behaved. As ever we get the best seats which always seems to be a little unfair really. Somehow I think we should get the worst seats but there you are. In St Andrews Diocese, where I was ordained (by two bishops no less!) we didn’t do prostrations and I’ve always felt a little cheated by that. There is something so completely sacrificial and … and… what do I mean? Oh I can’t think but it reminds me of Audrey Hepburn in the Nun’s Story. And whenever you lay hands on someone you can’t help but remember your own vows and how they’re holding up. Hmm.
Lots of lovely hymns – and I mean lots – all very catholic and two that I’ve only heard on Walsingham CDs. Communion in bread only which we all dipped our mucky paws into a ciborium for, which seemed a little weird. Oh and it was a concelebration which I don’t think I’ve ever done before. I do, however, have very upsetting experiences of observing concelebrations so that is always difficult.
All in all it was a lovely day. Lots of familiar faces. Surprised, nay shocked, to see some servers not in shiny black shoes. Tsk tsk. And I had an opportunity for a little witness on the way home with the drunk woman who insisted on sharing my taxi.