Monthly Archives: June 2014

I’m on vacation this week

It’s a working vacation (the CMAA conference in Indianapolis), but I’m nonetheless going to be superbusy all week. Posting will resume next week unless something supermajor comes up.

Or if I have time, this week. You know, whatever.


Everybody calm down now

I’m sick today (and was sick all weekend) with a stomach virus (those are always fun to get through Masses with), but even as I’m recovering, I think we should note that now that we’re past Corpus Christi, it’s time to enjoy Ordinary Time. Yes, I know, Sts. Peter and Paul next week, but we’re not doing anything particularly special and won’t be until Exaltation of the Holy Cross on Sept. 14.

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So let’s all enjoy the next few months. Even though the trade-off is less $, I get a little extra respite from my very high workload. So time for extra working out, biking, and relaxing? I will take it. Definitely.

What I’m doing on my summer vacation

Last time, it was what I thought I might be doing for my summer vacation. Well, I’m doing what I thought I might be doing, which means in a few weeks, I will have done what I thought I might be doing, which may confuzzle everyone enough.

I’m off to the Church Music Association of America’s summer colloquium in Indianapolis. I will be staying with terribly overly indulgent friends whom I cannot even begin to repay, as they easily saved me $1,000 in hotel bills. And I will spend a week fully engaged with church music, which is going to be important, because if one day I’m going to go full-time as a church musician (something I’d like to figure out how to do), I need to be able to hold my own out here. So let’s discuss what I’m hoping for over my week in Indy.

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Prayer request

My sister is getting married this weekend. Please pray for her and her fiance, that their marriage will be healthy, holy, happy, and fruitful.

Thank you.

Shut up, monsignor

I was helping at a Confirmation. All was going at least OK, until it was time for the final blessing. The bishop gave the final prayer, then one of the pastors (two parishes were doing Confirmations here) went to speak.

And speak.

And speak.

I don’t speak much Spanish and he only spoke in Spanish, so I didn’t quite catch all of it. But he thanked everyone for coming. Thanked the bishop. Thanked the confirmandi. Had applause for everyone. Reminded the confirmandi that they could take pictures with the bishop after Mass. Then still wouldn’t shut up.

He talked for at least 10 minutes, during which the bishop started to lean a bit more on his staff. And develop that staring-daggers stare.

I was in the choir loft; everyone else was downstairs but I had been assigned to do a postlude. (I was singing for the rest, not playing.) So I sat there, and sat there, and sat there.

Finally, he finished. The bishop gave the final blessing. They did the last song. I started my postlude, nice and loud.

And then the pastor started talking again.

I turned down the organ to let him speak. Surely, he just had a quick announcement. That happens. He finished, and I turned the volume back why is he talking again? I’ve started and can’t stop until I’ve finished the piece. Shut up, monsignor. Shutupshutupshutupshutup. At some point, this just becomes extremely inconsiderate. He talked through virtually my entire postlude.

Dude. Monsignor. C’mon. Your folks can figure out how to take a picture. You don’t need to help them. I went downstairs, steaming. The music director was mad, too — “this isn’t a praise meeting,” she grumbled. The pianist for the rest of the Mass totally sympathized.

A few days later, I saw the parish deacon, who was near the bishop during that Mass.

“What a disaster,” he said, referring to the visiting pastor’s inability to shut up.

So let this be a reminder to all pastors, especially Catholic ones. A: Don’t take over a Mass with the bishop. He will not forget, and he will be annoyed. B: It’s not all about you, chief. Don’t forget that. C: Do not talk over an organist’s postlude. He will not forget, and he will be very angry.