The Easter Vigil went just fine, thank God. The missionary priest who celebrated the Mass made more mistakes than I do with my exultet that it didn’t matter anymore for me to get all the hymn’s notes right. He didn’t know where to place the nails on the Easter candle (the rubrics calls for grains of incense being inbedded on the wax usinga stylus) and forgot all about the immersion of the candle on the holy water (one of the most beautiful prayers of the Church, my Liturgy teacher claimed). This missionary priest’s homily became a big blur of tired excerpts from Brothers Karamazov, Henri Nouwen and the Little Prince, no one, not even the nuns, cared anymore so long as this liturgy, which is the Church’s best and my personal favorite, and, at that paricular night, was botched at all seams, finds its ending. I recieved a stipend of 5K pesos (which I immediately surrendered to my superior) and a dozen of Easter eggs. Not bad. Not bad at all.
Posted on March 27, 2008 by brotherutoy