She told me they were heartsick at the loss of their beloved priest who had been transferred to another parish.
And how had he endeared himself to his congregation, and what would you miss most?
Father B practiced punctuality almost as he practiced his religion, in fact, one might say it was a part of his religion.
Father always started mass exactly on time. Every action, every word, contributed to the goals of the service and no extraneous motions protracted the meeting. Father B’s Sermons were marvelous to hear, and one knew what it was all about when it was over.
Meaning what, exactly?
He always started his homily with a humorous anecdote. One’s attention was immediately riveted. His message proceeded smoothly and logically to its conclusion, and the conclusion was like clinching the nail on the backside of the board-- the point was driven home and seated permanently in one’s mind. The service was over in precisely thirty-five minutes and we went home knowing we had been in church.
And the new priest?
Rambles. A lot. And drones. On and on.
Apparently what she wants from church is punctuality, proper structure, a clear message delivered wittily and succinctly with meaning that is relevant and can be grasped. Is her expectation reasonable?