Fr. Hanlon’s Strong Hands
When I was an altar boy from the mid-1960s to the early 1970s, I served mostly at the Church of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary in Colesville, Penn. Assumption BVM was a part of the newly created Diocese of Allentown. Previously, the Allentown Diocese had been part of the Archdiocese of Philadelphia.
Our parish priest, the Rev. James Hanlon, was from Brewerytown, one of the German-Irish neighborhoods which no longer exist in Philadelphia.
For a rural parish, we were pretty “high church,” as the Anglicans say. Benediction, stations, 40 hours devotion, the May Day procession of our Lady and Eucharistic processions on Corpus Christi, Christ the King, and Holy Thursday. If the Pope himself had dropped by Assumption BVM for a drink, he would have felt right at home.
Fr. Hanlon had us altar boys listen to records so we could get Latin pronunciations right. He taught us how to walk, how to stand, how to use the censer, how to chant, and, most importantly, how to look a big crowd in the eye and maintain our composure. “If you ever drop the Cross during a procession,” he said to me one time (I was the tallest altar boy; everything I do well in court as a lawyer I learned from him), “make it look like part of the ritual.”
Enjoyed reading this?
READ MORE! GET A FREE 7 DAY TRIALSUBSCRIBE TODAY
You May Also Enjoy
A sidewalk preacher is bound to encounter a hostile response now and then. It comes…
Something Else Going On In the Rue De Bac... Look East... Lippman, Not Mencken... Barbara Ward, the Dreamer... Badmouthing Public Schools... Libeling Public Schools... Who's Teaching the Teachers?... Needing Constantine Again?...
His split-mindedness is present at every point, recognized in his clear distinction between “the faith of Catholics” and “my faith.”