The approach of Sunday brings a new set of small anxieties. There is a Catholic priest on board. I have not met him but I know he conducts a mass every morning. Last night there was an eve of Sabbath service by the rabbi.
What is entirely missing is an Anglican or Episcopalian presence.
It's alright for me. I can do my own thing in my cabin but for those on board for three months it can get desperate.
I got on very well with the Roman priests on previous trips , went to lectures etc but they are unable to break the rules and give non Catholics communion. The first one I met was lovely. We had lunch together and he said he would help if the Commodore allowed it. So on my first long trip I with the help of an Episcopalian I did a communion every Sunday night.
Last year the entire boat had flu. I was in no fit state to distribute my bugs so I kept as low a profile as possible.
We are approaching Sunday again . It goes against the grain to actually take on the job...If for no other reason it draws attention to myself . This week I will probably do nothing. I will wait to see if I'm needed.
A quote
God give me work till my life is over
And life till my work is done. Winnifred ( Holtby ). I think.
He usually does!
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