Censer

At the Sunday service, I set the table, proclaim the Gospel, clear the table, and dismiss the congregation. I’ve mostly mastered these basics. But, years ago, when I was Deacon at an ordination, as I stood mid-church to proclaim the Gospel, a boy in an alb handed me a smoking brass pot hanging from a chain. I had no idea what this was or what to do with it. Mercifully, I recollected an old black and white movie … Lon Chaney? … a robed figure swings a smoking pot … back and forth over an open book … and that’s what I did.