... all day, in the local church, there is Adoration of the Blessed Sacrament. Silent people kneeling there in prayer, some lighting candles, others leafing through a prayer-book or fingering a rosary. And then, late into the evening, the priest kneeling at the foot of the altar steps and beginning the beautiful Benediction hymn...
...and then, appallingly, the ghastly buzzing of a mobile phone. Mine. I dashed out clutching the thing, sprinted into the road,dealt with it, crept back into church feeling Awful.
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All those heroic and inspirational English martyrs, looking down from On High and shaking their heads; and taking jovial heat from the rest of the Church Triumphant.
(We've all been there, dear one!)
I have heard that an hammer applied to the phone is an effective remedy! ;)
I wonder whether, if your ringtone was the one that goes by the name of "heavenly", appropriate forgiveness would be more forthcoming?
Haha! In my first days of owning a mobile, it went off at the early Mass in the cathedral (which was not, to put it mildly, hoaching). And I couldn't find it - it was somewhere at the bottom of my handbag.
The horror. The ringing echoing around the building in the post-Communion silence ...
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