We have a bit, tall guy at our parish clad in suspenders who has this THUNDERING, booming, awesome bass voice. He's a very devout guy, never hardly misses a liturgy, and is very involved in many, many ways. Anyway, whenever we sing the antiphon "for they shall be called the Sons of God!" he sings it with this Thor-like earthquake SONNNNS OF GOOOOOOOOD! and everyone takes notice.
Father George has told him over and over, "you're bass! You're a background player, not the feature frontman! Back off! Back it off! You're killing me here! Everyone else is fine, right where they should be and your volume and breadth just takes over! Try to tone it down, back it down, ease off ok!?"
The guy then goes over to the other guys in the choir and says, "Father George says you guys need to drop it down a little!" We all laughed our heads off. Major denial!
Then, here comes the Divine Liturgy and at the antiphon he THUNDERS "THE SONS OF GOOOOOOOOOOD" and Father George is walking by and gestures with his hands "tone it down! knock it off!" with this pained, strained, upset face.
PRICELESS....
The other thing Father George does that busts me up is chastise me for being a Forty-Niners fan. He asks me, "How in the name of the Lord could you pull for the 49ers? Why? How? What are you thinking?" I then ask him, "ok, Father NFL guru, who's your team!?" His reply...
The Buffalo Bills!
For anyone in here who knows ANYTHING about football, ripping a Niners fan (we have five superbowl championships) when you're a Bills fan (zero championships, rarely make the playoffs!), it's just absolutely hilarious!
Father is definitely unpredictible, and worth hanging out with!
