About this time last year I took Michael to Cork. It was the feast of St. Blaise. When I was a child, I was always taken to get my throat blessed. I liked the drama of it. The priest takes two candles, crosses them and puts them on either side of your throat while praying to St. Blaise that he will protect you from throat illnesses (this is his thing). After mass that Sunday when Michael and I were in Cork together, they were blessing throats. I described the process to Michael and asked whether he would like to give it a try. No. It was only on the way home I realised that I should have explained that the candles were not lit and that it was fear of being set aflame that was putting him off rather than his normal antipathy to religion.
Maybe this year.
Ellen says
4 February, 2015 at 05:44We did this when I was a child as well. I felt the same way about the drama!
belgianwaffle says
4 February, 2015 at 21:19I’m glad it’s not just a Cork thing…
zabelle says
7 February, 2015 at 18:04Remember this blessing too – in Johannesburg, South Africa way back in the 50’s
zabelle says
7 February, 2015 at 18:07Remember this blessing too, way back in the 50’s in Johannesburg, S Africa
belgianwaffle says
7 February, 2015 at 20:58Gosh, that St. Blaise, he really got around, didn’t he?