A couple of weeks ago, I had the opportunity to go to the celebration of ministry for a friend of mine. A celebration of ministry is basically the official liturgical welcome of a new rector to the parish. My friend has been rector there quite a while, but as life often gets in the way, it took a while to get to the actual celebration. But no matter -- she deserves celebration every day, as she is an absolutely superior priest. The first time I met her I was on a team for Cursillo, and she was one of the priests on board. I thought of her as a rather nice lady and enjoyed her personality and her reverence for saying mass. During a Cursillo team meeting, it almost always either ends or has a Eucharist at some point. As musician of the team, I stood next to her at one of them, and we always hold hands to say the Lord's prayer. So there I was holding her hand, and I felt this enormous umbrella (of sorts) come over me, and suddenly I was there, cr...