God's witness and God's knight

My youngest son, 9 years old, just served his first Latin Mass on the feast of the Immaculate Conception as a gift to Our Lady.

As his brothers and I watched we stole smiles with each other, noticing his excitement.

He's been waiting and watching, his own Advent...

Afterwards he begged one of his brothers to let him take their place this Sunday, so he could serve again!

I pray he always feels the magnitude of this service to Our Lord as He is made real on the altar and choirs of angels surround.

My heart swells as now my husband, and all three of my sons are trained and usually beside Father every Sunday. And here...words fail....

To be Christ's page at the altar,
To serve Him freely there,
Where even angels falter,
Bowed low in reverent prayer.
To touch the throne most holy,
To hand the gifts for the feast.
To see Him meekly, lowly,
Descend at the word of the priest.
To hear man's poor petition,
To sound the silvery bell,
When he in sweet submission,
Comes down with us to dwell.
No grander mission surely
Could saints or men enjoy:
No heart should love more purely,
Than yours who serve with joy.
God bless you child forever,
And keep you in his care.
And guard you that you never
Belie the robes you wear.
For white bespeaks untainted
A heart both tried and true:
And red tells love the sainted
And holy martyrs knew.
Throughout your life, then, endeavor
God's graces to do right;
And be in heart foreverGod's witness and God's knight.