Hi. I’m Eric Boucher, and I, am a member of my church’s secret service.
This is a big weekend for us....Christmas....especially the midnight mass!
Ya, its a tough job, but when you are protecting the most rockin priest in the diocee....its well
worth it. Man, when he starts belting out “Halleluia...Halleluiaaaaa...hallleluiaa....”. You see the
place go nuts!
Me? Well, I’m on front door detail....again.
And I’m rarely lucky to be at the FRONT center door....but he doesnt need me there.
He has all the boys in red around him when he enters. And they’re packing heat....candles,
inscense, the Bible. My job is just to stand at the back and enjoy the show.....don’t get me
wrong...the second I see a psycho dunk his hand in holy water and rush the stage, I’m on him!

Groupies. Sad bunch. It’s like they’re following an icon of an unseen God. Some used to mistake
me for one. Some still do. But I know different.  His holy image is safe with me.

Wait. (beat) I can hear him rehearsing now. “....in the name of Jesus....AhhhhhMennnnnnn”
Don’t worry, when I’m on the job, I don’t sing along. sometimes I hold up my lighter and rock
out, but I never try to steal the guy’s spotlight. Unlike some of these others....who just because
they left a copy of the gospel  Hymn lyric book in their pew they think they’re part of the band.
That’s why he needs me to keep those types in line.
Sure, he doesn’t exactly know I’m working for him....but he should by the time he goes on tour
for Easter.
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