Iain was particularly wriggly in Mass this morning. As he came with the others from children's liturgy, he stopped, turned and climbed the steps to give Fr Tony a hug. It's hard to be cross with Iain when he does things like that. It may not be appropriate, but it is an expression of his loving heart rather than his mischievous spirit (though there is probably a bit of that at work as well). When he came back to join us I commented, in a whisper, on his devotion to our parish priest. He said, not loudly, but loud enough for about half the church to hear, 'I love Fr Tony'. How can I complain? That's Iain.
Then he proceeded to wriggle and squirm through the Liturgy of the Eucharist, so persistently that Lewis took him out after communion. Thomas wasn't doing much better, and by the final hymn I had taken him aside, insisting that he stand still with me until it was time to leave. So he was standing close to me when the choir started the singing. Immediately, Thomas said, 'we sing this one at school'. And he proved it: he read the words and sang along, and knew the refrain by heart.
I'll never hear 'maranatha' in quite the same way again.
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