As a larger than usual group of us attended She Who Must be Ob... er, attended my Mom, sweeping into Mass on May 13, he apparently whispered to my sister, "We'll probably sing Mother Machree" (sp?)
Okay, now WHO could have guessed that?
(And no, I am not making this up.)
After the homily, pretty much in place of the Creed, since we skipped that and had a precis of what could have been the Prayer of the Faithful.
Ooooh, wretched thought - suppose he does not PREDICT distasters and horrors so much as call them into being by mentioning them?
Now that's a super power.
(Mine is finding parking spots. Yeah, you scoff now, pretty lame super power, but wait till it's raining....)
One sister just got up and walked out, found a Mass elsewhere.