For those of you who like visuals: remember Sophie? The cute little dal-lab that I'm living with this term? The one whose neuron is probably in danger of dying of loneliness? Yes, that one.
See, one of the reasons that she isn't the brightest, despite having some lab, is that her mother died while giving birth. This may have resulted in some brain damage in Sophie. That's not certain, but what we do know is that it resulted in Sophie being bottle fed. (As an aside: the woman who raised her as a puppy lost only one from the litter of nine. Rather impressive.) One (very noticable) side effect of Sophie being bottle fed, is that she doesn't sprawl the way most dogs do. She is quite comfortable lying on her side, or with her legs crossing over each other. If you look you can see how she would have been held as a puppy in her relaxed postures now. She's also comfortable pressing up against people. Quite comfortable doing so. Perhaps more comfortable with it than the people (such as me) are.
I'd show you a picture of Sophie deciding that standing with her forelegs on my lap, hindquarters curled up on the couch, head pushing against mine, was a good way to get attention. Unfortunately, that would have required me being able to get up and get ahold of the camera.
So today the priest at St. Peter's wanted to keep his homily short, because the mass was going to be longer since there was a baptism being held during mass. He accomplished this quite simply. He announced that he was going to keep his remarks short, and the reason for doing so. He then explained that that was the sum total of his remarks. I don't really hold this against him, as it's a lot to expect him to write two homilies, especially if one has to be short. Unfortunately while I like the priest, I really don't care for the parish.
Part of the problem I'm having is that it's a small town parish. So there are a number of things I find odd because of that. It's a much tighter-knit community. That's probably also connected to the fact that the parish seems to be a merger of what used to be three parishes. (Which means that I can't even make the trek to the next town to find a church I like more). Some things are just modern though. Such as having the children off at their liturgy of the word for more than just liturgy of the word. Or singing the Our Father. Fortunately I'm not being asked to make this my parish, but it's a less fun aspect of co-op that never occured to me.
On a more cheerful note, I'm going to suggest that we pray for not only Parker (who was baptized today) and his parents and godparents, but for his brother, Jonathan, who received first communion, and had his day quite overshadowed by his little brother. Congratulations and blessings to you both.