By A. Joseph Dorairaj
It was Sunday, 6 June. It was the first Sunday after the school re-opened after a fairly long summer break.
Sam couldn’t sleep the whole night. After dinner the previous night, he kept his blue jeans and navy-blue full sleeves out on the sofa along with a pair of white socks. He couldn’t decide whether to put on his white or blue shirt. He tried out both a couple of times and settled for the blue one.
He got up at 4 am and was again trying out both the shirts. His father gave him a shout and told him to go back to sleep. Sam woke up after twenty minutes and asked his father if he could get ready. His father suppressed his irritation and told him, “Sam, it is only 4:20. The church will be closed now. The Mass is only at 7. Enough if you are in the sacristy by 6:45. Go back to sleep now. Please allow us to sleep for some time.”
Sam reluctantly went back to his bed but couldn’t sleep a wink. He kept looking at the clock and even wondered if it had stopped.
The parish priest had made it clear that only those in Standards VI, VII, VIII and IX can serve as altar boys and girls. Sam tried his best to convince his parish priest. Even his mom pleaded on his behalf. But the parish priest was quite firm. He pointed out that children below 10 years lacked the stamina to be on their feet on Sundays and feast days when the Mass easily lasted 90 minutes.
That’s why he made it a rule that only those studying in VI, VII, VIII and IX classes can serve as altar boys and girls.
Sam was waiting for 2 June. He would be in class VI and, therefore, technically eligible to become an altar boy. He met the parish priest the previous evening along with his mother and he assured him that he would be one of the altar boys for the Sunday Mass. He asked him to be at the sacristy by 6:45 am. He and his mom promised that he would be at the sacristy at 6:40.
On Sunday, when he reached the sacristy along with his mother, there was chaos. Parents were arguing and their children were tense. The deacon was in charge of the altar boys and girls. He told the parents gathered there that there were only eight vestments. Two were reserved for girls. Of the remaining six, four were meant for senior boys. So, only two newcomers could be accommodated.
Sam was waiting for 2 June. He would be in class VI and, therefore, technically eligible to become an altar boy.
But there were already six newcomers. Sam’s mother told the deacon that the parish priest had already promised his son that he would be an altar boy on 6 June for the Mass at 7 am. The deacon was undecided. He explained to the parents gathered there, “There are two girls and four senior boys. I need only two newcomers. The rest could serve either the 8:30 Mass or the evening Mass. Any volunteers for the 8:30 Mass?”
Anto volunteered.
“Good,” remarked the deacon. “I need one more volunteer for the 8:30 Mass.”
He looked directly at Sam and asked him, “Would you like to be an altar boy for the 8:30 Mass?”
Sam looked at his mom. She nodded her head and the deacon said, “Good.”
“Ok, we’ve enough volunteers for the 8:30 Mass. What about the evening Mass? Anyone?”
They all kept quiet.
“What about you, David?”
He looked at his mom. She reminded him about his tuition. So, he kept quiet.
“If no one is volunteering for the evening Mass, I’ll ask some senior boys.”
With that the allotment was settled. Not all parents were happy. But they couldn’t express their disappointment.
After the 7:00 Mass which ended at 8:20, Sam’s mom said to him: “Sam, I’m sure you’ll manage. I’ve to go home and prepare lunch. Best wishes.”
It was 8:25 am. Sam couldn’t wait to put on the customized vestments. Finally, his turn came.
The deacon helped the two newcomers put on their vestments and told them that it was a special day for them. He added that they should be grateful to God and to the parish priest for that wonderful opportunity.
Sam was thrilled to put on the vestment.
The Mass was about to begin. All the altar boys and girls were lined up. The first row was meant for the girls. The second row accommodated the two newcomers. The third and fourth rows were meant for the senior boys.
The Mass began.
The senior students were quite familiar with the rubrics. They knew what exactly to do. They had been trained well. After the gospel reading and the sermon, one of the senior students prompted Sam to remove the lectionary from the lectern and place it on the inside table. Sam carried the lectionary solemnly and placed it on the inside table where the chalice was kept. He wanted to ring the bell during the elevation but it was the prerogative of the seniors. So, he kept quiet.
During communion, he was asked to go with a nun to distribute communion to the womenfolk. But she preferred an altar girl.
Sam did not have any major assignment that Sunday. But still he was thrilled.
Six days rolled by. It was Saturday.
Sam went to the church and met the deacon after the evening service and expressed his desire to serve as an altar boy the following day. The deacon did not commit himself.
Sam carried the lectionary solemnly and placed it on the inside table where the chalice was kept.
On Sunday, Sam went to the church quite early. He was at the sacristy thirty minutes before the Mass began. Only the sacristan and he were there. He requested him for a vestment. He told him to wait till the deacon arrived. But Sam ignored him and put on the vestment.
The deacon arrived 15 minutes later along with two altar boys. “Sam, who asked you to put on the vestment?”
“Sorry, Brother. But please allow me to be an altar boy today.”
The deacon was angry but didn’t want to make a scene, for most of the pews had already been occupied and there were easily more than one hundred people inside the church.
He told Sam in a firm voice: “Don’t enter the sacristy hereafter without my permission.”
The issue was settled.
* * * * * * * * * * *
During Christmas holidays the parish priest organized a vocation camp. It was meant exclusively for the altar boys of that diocese. During Mass, he spoke about God’s call and requested the parents to send their sons for the camp. It was a one-day camp and was meant for high school and higher secondary school students. Some 60 altar boys from different parishes were expected. The camp would start at 9 am and end at 6 pm with a holy Mass celebrated by the bishop.
Sam had always wanted to become a priest. In fact, he had told his classmates that his dream was to be ordained a priest and become the principal of their school. He wanted to be known as Rev. Fr. Samuel, Principal, St. Jude’s Higher Secondary School.
Without consulting his parents, he gave his name for the vocation camp.
When his father came to know about it, he said to him: “Sam, the province doesn’t have an inclusive policy. So, it’s better not to go.”
Sam didn’t understand what he meant by an inclusive policy. But he pleaded with his father: “Dad, please allow me to attend this camp. It’s just a one-day camp and is being organized in our church.”
His mom intervened: “Let him attend the camp. Just for the experience.”
“But we can’t fight against the congregation’s policy of not admitting ‘single child’ into their novitiate, can we?” his father tried to reason out.
That Sunday after Mass, Sam told the parish priest that his parents, especially his father, have asked him to withdraw his name from the list of participants.
A few days later, the parish priest came home unannounced. He told Sam’s father, “Vocation is God-given. He decides. Who are we to act against His will?”
The discussion lasted nearly twenty minutes.
Eventually, Sam’s dad agreed to send him for the vocation camp.
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Thirty-five years later.
It was Fr. Samuel’s silver jubilee celebrations of his priestly ordination.
His parents were seated in the first row. They looked happy and grateful.
During the felicitations, the Provincial, the former vocation promoter, declared, “Please send your son, even if he is the only child of your family, to serve God. He will reward you a hundred-fold.”
He continued in a voice tinged with remorse: “Because we were adamant in the past and held on to a policy of not admitting ‘only child’ into our novitiate, we lost many a vocation.” He looked knowingly at Sam’s father and he quickly wiped the tear drops and looked away.
The Provincial concluded: “When God calls, who is man to ignore that call?”

Prof. A. Joseph Dorairaj is Emeritus Professor at Gandhigram Rural Institute, Gandhigram, Tamil Nadu. He can be reached at: josephdorairaj@gmail.com