Silly, self-conscious musings about my interactions with my priest (as an inquirer and then as a catechumen)
So, one day I met with my priest in his office, it was really just me hyperfixating on various do's and don'ts, as well as me seeking some encouragement and/or confirmation about things I had been thinking about. Anyway, I get nervous about priest etiquette and suchlike. I never grew up around priests so.. as I'm leaving he extends his hand to shake mine. I grab his hand and he's already shaking mine but I keep going and kiss it. He smiled because it was a little awkward. He didn't say anything and I skedaddled right out of there.
Then there was the time on Forgiveness Sunday. Everyone is doing the whole Forgive me, a sinner thing and we're all in a big line, you know. So I get to the priest and instead of saying forgive me, a sinner... I said Father Bless. So he does it. He does the blessing then we resume the, "forgive me , a sinner. God forgives and I forgive..." Here I am holding up the whole line because I forgot what I was supposed to say. I'm telling you the nervous thing is a thing. The priest was very chill about it.
My glasses hitting the Gospel book as I bend to kiss it at Orthros. Am I the only one who can hear that?
The very first time I went to the front to light a candle! It was during Orthros and I thought I had a little window of time, but just as I turn from the icon of Jesus and start to go over to the icon of Mary, the Deacon is already standing there with his list of prayers in hand. Patiently steps aside and paused just long enough for me to exit gracefully.😅
Good times.