Apparently last weeks, "pick your own rendition of any psalm" is the new status quo at our parish. When it was time for the psalm we were instructed to look at the white piece of paper, which I found at at the end of the pew.... presumably because the psalm we were singing wasn't the one in the missal. In truth the song was, very loosely based (inspired?) by the psalm, with about half the original words being changed and then another handful (a few sentences) added in for good measure. I sat wondering why, after thousands of years, the psalms just weren't good enough any longer.
The priest saying Mass was my favorite at this parish, a retired Monsignor that can be counted on not to add to or subtract from the liturgy (although apparently he doesn't control the choir director... Paul just pointed out that he did once say to the choir director during Mass: "I think I know what I'm doing" when the choir director/ cantor stopped Mass and tried to correct him in the order of the Mass...).
I was pretty excited when Monsignor went over to our side aisle for communion, knowing a tongue related accident was unlikely with him. After receiving the Eucharist I returned to my seat and knelt with Sadie (who was kneeling!). Then it happened. The Eucharist plopped (not a verb you ever want to hear with that very special noun) onto the floor directly in my line of sight. I stared in horror and couldn't help but look up to see what would happen next. The altar server who was standing there with the gold disk (I just can't remember what it's called right now! I'm sure someone here knows and can share in the comments section!) lost her usual rather petulant expression (I hate to say that but it's really the word that best describes the expression!) to look horrified as well. She scooped the Eucharist up and handed it to the Monsignor, who put his hand out to hand it back to the woman. That's when I saw why it had happened in the first place, because she extended two fingers and snatched it out of his hand, nearly causing another incident.
Proving that, no matter how many times it is explained, and what actual mishaps occur, some people still just won't learn!
I spent most of the rest of Mass staring at that spot of carpet looking for "crumbs"... And I fought off the impulse to crawl down there and search to make sure nothing had been left behind... because, while changing the words to the psalms seems acceptable to everyone, I have a feeling getting down on the floor to make sure that no piece of the Eucharist was left behind would not be...
Which got me thinking... I know I believe in the real presence of the Eucharist... but the reaction I felt and still feel thinking about what happened really drove home the reality that this is the body and blood of Jesus Christ, as He promised... and the idea of the Eucharist falling to the ground makes me feel sick to my stomach.
(Paul pointed out that this was actually the best, most liturgically correct Mass we'd been to at our parish in a while...)