Friday, February 03, 2006

no, the candles aren't lit

Ever since I was a kid I wanted to be a professional talker. I thought maybe I could grow up to be a game show host or a network booth announcer or a radio talk show host or whatever. I loved reading aloud in first grade. I volunteered to write the 4th grade Thanksgiving play so I could make myself the narrator. Not John Alden or Miles Standish. I wanted to be the narrator. For that reason, February 3rd was always one of my favorite days of the year. At our Catholic school, the teachers would march us across the street to the church for Mass on the feast day of Saint Blaise. At the end of the service we would line up like we were going to communion again but this time the priest would hold two candles in the shape of a V up to bless our throats by saying "through the intercession of Saint Blaise, bishop and martyr, may God deliver you from ailments of the throat and from every other evil."

Some of our Baptist friends have told me that they don't really understand why Catholics seem to have a different Saint for everything. My wife says to think of the Saints as people in our prayer circle. We ask them to pray for us and those on our prayer list. I suspect that my wife finds it creepy that I always tell her when I hear a song that I want sung at my big and lavish funeral. According to a link on Bean's Blog, I should have another 30+ years before I croak but when the time comes, I want our friend Mary K. to sing the "new" version of the "Litany of the Saints" that has the refrain "all you holy men and women pray for us."

What songs do you want at your funeral? Where would be a good place for me to leave a funeral song list for my wife? On the refrigerator door?
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