tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26883902.post5892021011219380600..comments2024-03-25T11:09:41.538-04:00Comments on a minor friar blog: Ironing the TabernacleBrother Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780326836452864455noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26883902.post-26893420766579357932011-07-23T22:54:27.286-04:002011-07-23T22:54:27.286-04:00Every now and then I need to iron my cassock. Mos...Every now and then I need to iron my cassock. Most recently, I had to do it after Holy Thursday... We were a bit too fast in stripping the altar, and wax dripped down my cassock...cuaguyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12661662943427343295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26883902.post-72292709186533582212011-07-20T19:32:04.170-04:002011-07-20T19:32:04.170-04:00Great story!Great story!Brother Charleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07780326836452864455noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26883902.post-118575035130762962011-07-20T19:30:46.755-04:002011-07-20T19:30:46.755-04:00I feel the need to share an experience from a sile...I feel the need to share an experience from a silent retreat I went on:<br /><br />After our Holy Hour, our priest realized that the candles had dripped pink wax all over the altar cloth. At first he found this hilarious, but then he started freaking out that we would never be invited back to this retreat center. So he's wondering if there's an iron in this place, and I stupidly say that there's one in our bathroom. He's now looking at me like I'm the last lifeboat on the Titanic. I've never ironed a thing in my life. I'm horrified that my first act of ironing is going to be desecrating an altar cloth.<br /><br />So now I'm running through the retreat center with an altar cloth. (Naturally one of the staff members saw me, and equally naturally, my room was on the other side of the house.) I get to my room and say to my roommates, "You've got to help me!" So there we are ironing wax out of the altar cloth into paper towels (no paper bags around) on our desk at 10 PM, giggling at the absurdity of it and waiting for Father to come up and yell at us for talking.<br /><br />Long story short, we got most of the wax out, and the next day we went home. The next time I saw this priest, he said, "[Name], the sisters called." And I was like, "Oh God, we still got in trouble after all!" He waited a beat and then said, "They want you back!"<br /><br />Ten years from now, this will probably be all I remember from this retreat.GirlCanChantnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26883902.post-71641591544391351302011-07-20T14:40:26.823-04:002011-07-20T14:40:26.823-04:00Well done o good and faithful servant!Well done o good and faithful servant!Judy Kallmeyerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04815139430750938384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26883902.post-27628661095154822082011-07-20T12:27:16.595-04:002011-07-20T12:27:16.595-04:00I had to iron my hair once. Consider yourself luc...I had to iron my hair once. Consider yourself lucky. And nice job!Suzannenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26883902.post-9515056875736862222011-07-20T12:24:27.939-04:002011-07-20T12:24:27.939-04:00"undignified procedure" made me laugh so..."undignified procedure" made me laugh so hard! <br /><br />But it is indeed a good idea! instead of using spatula to remove the wax that will also scratch the surface of the Tabernacle!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com