At Mass this morning, the lector was a little old lady who has to stand on a stool to see the lectionary. She always has trouble with the complicated Old Testament names, and today’s was a doozy:
There was a certain man from Ramathaim, Elkanah by name, a Zuphite from the hilly country of Ephraim. He was the son of Jeroham, son of Elihu, son of Tohu, son of Zuph, an Ephraimite. He had two wives, one named Hannah, the other Peninnah.
And on it went, with still more names–I really felt bad for her. After Mass she walked past my pew to whisper, “YOU should have done the reading today!”
The kicker? I looked it up when I got home, and she did the wrong reading: that was the cycle for 2012, not for 2013. The actual reading for today was much more straightforward!
[Blogging question: Should I refer to a female lector as a lectrix?]