As usual, I am asked to do something, (not serving this year) and as such being the case, I am seated by myself. This means that the cup‘n saucer gotta be dragged to me separately. This provides an interesting opportunity.
Now, in the past, I used this opportunity to shun the shun.
What I mean is, when the plate was offered to me, when the opportunity to shun the body of Christ was presented to me, I held up my hand and said “thanks” in a whispering undertone, shunning the shun, not reaching out to touch the superstitional object. (new word).
The last time I did this, the elder was freaking out. Unless I reached forward to touch the edge of the saucer, just brush it gently, he wasn’t moving on. He had a visible reaction. I thought he was going to stroke. So I touched it ever so slightly.
This year, I didn’t do this, because I think they are watching.
But the hocus poKus can be seen in the elder’s emblem chicken dance.
The elder walks up to me, reaches out his right hand with the glass, I slowly reach for the glass, allow it to unweight from his right hand, he withdraws his right hand, pivots his body, extending his left hand, like he was dancing, and takes the glass with his left hand.
Now, it’s easy to understand why elder boob did thusly. He felt stupid giving and getting with the same hand. He could sense the foolishness of it, but more, he for that moment, could feel the idolizing of the glass. His hand was telling him.
So, to quiet the message from his right hand, he put it away, and used his left. He was trying to give meaning to a moment in time, meaning where there was none.
For that second in time, elder boob felt like he was ‘playing tea time’ with a 4 year old girl in a treehouse. He felt foolish. So, in a vain effort to feel less stupid, he did the emblem chicken dance.