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| Yes, the Almighty has a sense of humor... |
Recently, God pranked me.
Seriously.
He even let me know something was coming. Of course, being the Almighty and all, there was no way I'd guess what He had in store.
It happened at Mass earlier this month. I was on Eucharistic Minister duty, but it turns out I was also on His prank list because I'd missed some Masses. (One because I apparently don't know how to read a schedule, others because I'm pigheaded about some things and that's all I'll say about that.)
As I dressed in my white robe for duty, I had a sense of foreboding. Something was going to happen, I was sure of it.
But what?
Would I drop a host (done that before).
Would I knock something off the altar and watch in horror as it clanged, banged and bounced across the marble floor (done that twice).
Would I trip and fall flat on my face, sending Communion Hosts skittering all across the floor (not yet, but it is inevitable).
I said to one of the other Eucharistic Ministers: "...I'm due for some small catastrophe. Whatever happens, just yell out, '...yeah, I remember MY first beer.'"
But Mass went without a hitch. Flawless in fact. When I was finally back in my pew to await the recessional, I let out a deep breath. The music started. We left our pew and lined up behind Monsignor, bowed, then turned around to start the march to the back of the church.
Which is, of course, when God pranked me in front of the entire congregation.
I was about to take a step when one of my comrades tugged my elbow and pointed down.
We wear rope belts around our waists and moments before, when bowing, mine had fallen off and was tangled up in my feet.
So there I was, with everyone watching, trying to gracefully bend down and pull up my belt while hopping pathetically down the aisle. I caught the eye of a woman in a pew and stammered: "...yeah, looks like that diet is working for me."
I swear I could hear the Almighty laughing. He's good. The ultimate prankster. I mean, how else do you explain armadillos, porcupines, or Dennis Rodman?
At least He didn't let me trip ...so I did receive a small measure of mercy.
But I'm going to be on edge for a while. I don't think he's done with me...
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