I don’t remember if I had reached my 10th birthday before I started serving mass as an Altar Boy at Saint Anthony’s in Charleston, WV, but I do remember the weekday masses were very early in the morning. At that time, St. Anthony’s had two priests: Father Gabriel was younger, kinder and more patient with the Altar Boys; Father Linus was older, meaner and had much less patience with us. Luckily, for me, when I was first scheduled to serve the weekday masses shortly after doing whatever it was I had to do to become an Altar Boy, I was paired with my older brother, Jimmy.
Dad would drop us off at the church around 6:00 am, giving us enough time to prepare for the 6:30 mass. After the service, we would just wait around until school, which was next door, started at 9:00. If Fr. Linus performed the mass, he would just leave us on our own and we sat out in the cold on the front steps of the school until one of the nuns came and unlocked the doors; when Fr. Gabriel performed the mass he would invite us into the Rectory with him while he ate his breakfast, a bowl of cereal, that Jimmy and I always politely declined sharing with him.
Jimmy was a great mentor for me; he always did the majority of the mass preparation work and was sure to help guide me around the Altar and through the mass, giving me signals when I got lost in the Latin service and didn’t ring the bells at the right time or didn’t quite have the choreography just right. You know, those times when Fr. Linus would scowl and grunt, but Fr. Gabriel would nod and smile.
Then, one morning, Jimmy wasn’t feeling well and stayed home, while Dad dropped off a very nervous and worried fourth grader at St. Anthony’s church. I had watched Jimmy closely for weeks so I pretty much knew what to do to prepare for mass, but some of the little details were new for me. For example: the first thing to do was to light the candles around the Altar. I knew where the candle lighter was, but I had never actually lit the thing before. In fact, I had never lit a match before in my life. The candle lighter was leaning against the wall next to two little “boxes” on the wall, one over top of the other. I could just reach the lower of the two boxes and reached in to pull out an Ohio Blue Tip match. I tried and tried and tried to light that darn thing striking it against the little strip of sandpaper-like section on the wall with no success. I put that match back and tried another and then another. Finally, Fr. Gabriel came up behind me and asked, “Having trouble?”.
I said, “A little, but I can do it.”
“Where is James, this morning?” the kind Father asked.
“He’s sick, so it’s just me today.”
“Well, that’s okay,” he said. “Here let me help you.”
Father Gabriel reached up into the top box and pulled out a match – it was then that I understood why they were called “Ohio Blue Tips” and then that I realized the matches I was using was from the discarded box and had already served their purpose.
I am pretty sure, Fr. Gabriel had probably watched me for several minutes and knew exactly what I had done wrong, for he was very animated in his motions and made sure I was watching him closely as he lit the match, lit the candle lighter, blew out the match and put it into the only box I could reach. But, he never told me I was doing it wrong or ridiculed me for being so stupid. He simply, showed me the right way and didn’t make a show of it being a teaching moment. I was embarrassed nonetheless but thankful for his discretion. He handed me the lit candle lighter and I went about lighting the candles around the Altar – for a weekday mass – differently than if it were a Sunday.
The next morning, even though Jimmy was back in the robes with me, Fr. Gabriel said to him, “Let Joseph light the candles this morning.” Jimmy obliged and handed me candle lighter he was getting ready to light. I took it from him and approached the matches to find a small, step stool against the wall under the boxes. I stepped up and reached into the right box removing a match with an actual blue tip on it’s head. I could feel Fr. Gabriel silently smiling behind me as I struck a match for the first time and succeeded in performing this task.
That was a very meaningful and valuable lesson for me, way back then, as a young boy. Fr. Gabriel helped me, taught me and made a job easier for me in a very subtle and quiet way that allowed me to keep my dignity and not have to acknowledge the teacher or even acknowledge my own ignorance.
Throughout life, I too have tried to put step stools wherever I can to help someone else along the way. So many times, I see people ridicule someone, “You idiot, that’s not how you do that! Here, let me show you.” And, I think – “Ah, Father Linus when you could have been Fr. Gabriel.” I challenge everyone who got this far in my story, look for ways to place a step stool instead of making a big deal out of someone else’s inexperience. Not all teaching moments have to be announced or advertised. A little subtle understanding can go a long way.
We moved away from Charleston and St. Anthony’s after my 5th grade year. I do not know what became of Fr. Linus, Fr. Gabriel, the Sisters or my classmates at St. Anthony’s, but I do have memories of them all. Jimmy continued to be a mentor for me in life until he left us far too young. And, I will always be thankful for Fr. Gabriel’s step stool and Ohio Blue Tip matches.