I was an acolyte today at Eucharist for the first time since arriving at seminary. As I’ve mentioned before, things around here are a bit more stuffy, uh um, I mean, formal, than some other places that I’m used to being. The acolytes wear albs (the long white robes) and carry the “torches” (lighted candles on a very big stick) in the entrance procession.
The chapel has quite a long center aisle and it was certainly an experience to carry the “torch” all that way. The chapel is set up such that we have to carry the torches up a short flight of stairs at the altar and them put them in their holders. It is a bit harder than it looked. As if that wasn’t dangerous enough, my fellow acolyte and I had to also carry the torches back down the steps and hold them through the reading of the gospel.
As I was standing there holding the big heavy stick and candle during the gospel reading, it struck me how silly it all was. I mean, I can see how in the time before electric lights, it was important for the candles to be near the person reading the gospel. Obviously they would need the light to read the words. But, there we were, standing in a perfectly well-lit room holding big, heavy candles while wearing long white robes that no one has worn as a fashionable style for who-knows-how-long. Really, what is the point of that?
As an acolyte, we also helped set the table and we served as chalice bearers. I was quite thrilled to serve the wine to my fellow students, the faculty, and the families in attendance. I’ve always enjoyed that little bit of service during worship.
When it was all over, we carried the torches out during the recessional. Fortunately, we went out the side door, so we didn’t have to walk quite as far with them on the way out - seriously minimizing the risk of accidently setting the chapel on fire.
During our original acolyte orientation, there was much anxiety in the room as we all tried to absorb the seriousness of our duties and the perceived perfection at which they must be completed. I was pleased to find that no one requires perfection and that it was just like serving on the altar in other places that I’ve served. Well, just like it except for the funny long white robes and the completely unnecessary candles. =)