So graceful?
Oh well, it is what it is…
After I washed 12 feet, I noticed half way through that my shoe lace had come undone. It was driving me crazy, but I pressed on.
While washing the feet, I kept thinking how I might gracefully tie my shoe during a public Mass where I am on display.
Well, there was no way to leave the sanctuary just to tie my shoe in private. The sacristy is not behind the altar, no room is. So, after the Universal Prayer, I sat on my throne, I mean, the celebrant’s chair, bent over, which was a gymnastic exercise for me, in and of itself, and tied the damn shoelace!
I pretended in my mind that no one was watching me, in alb, stole and chasuble at my chair tying my shoelace hunched over in a tall celebrant’s chair to do it. I guess I could have had a deacon do it?
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