May I apologize to you? You don’t know who I am, and I barely know
you. I saw your grandmother take you to the front, offering your
strong young arms in service. I watched as the kind young teenager,
wearing his glistening robe, prepared himself to help hold the cloth at
the chalice, and leaned over to hand you the basket of bread. But he
was told no, one man was sufficient at the cloth. The other cloth,
still hanging from the hand of the priest, was soon taken up not by
this same, available teenager but by an older gentleman forgoing his
ushering duties in order to fill in the gap left by a dearth of alter
boys.
May I apologize to you? You don’t know who I am, and I barely know you. I saw your grandmother take you to the front, offering your strong young arms in service. I watched as the kind young te
