What Sewing Vestments Taught Me About Priests & Laity

This year was the second year that I had the opportunity to sew vestments for a newly-ordained friend. The vestments of a priest (the stole and chasuble) are worn by him at Mass. The stole is also worn for any other Sacrament or priestly function (such as at burials).

How to Sew Vestments

Before I even start to sew anything, I share a series of texts, conversations, and emails with the priest-to-be. I give him options for fabrics and banding and order the ones he chooses. I try out pattern pieces on him and alter the patterns accordingly. I peruse the chasubles in the sacristy with him, to see what style he has in mind. After all that preparation work, and after the materials have arrived in the mail, I start sewing.

Sewing stoles requires a lot of technical ability. I’ve been sewing since I was about six years old, and I still have a lot to learn when it comes to sewing with a pattern. To sew a stole, you have to cut out the pattern pieces – one set from the front fabric of the stole, and another set from the backing fabric of the stole. You then sew the front and back together (inside out) and use fusible webbing (which can be attached to fabric by ironing) to attach a stiff fabric to the interior. The whole thing is turned right side out, and the ends are sewn closed.

Then, a cross is handsewn to the very center of the stole (which the priest kisses when putting the stole on) and banding ribbon or an applique can also be handsewn on, along with fringe and tassels. From start to finish, it takes hours to finish a single stole. I would estimate the one that I sewed this year probably took at least five hours to complete (but possibly much more, since I worked on it over the course of several days).

A chasuble varies, depending on what kind of chasuble it is. The only kind that I have had the opportunity to sew yet is the gothic style of chasuble (the flowy kind that most priests wear for Novus ordo liturgies). There isn’t much technical skill involved in making a gothic chasuble. The fabric pieces are cut out, and the banding attached. If there is a backing piece of satin, the front and back are sewn together (wrong-side out) and then turned right side out. The neckline is hemmed. It is all sounds simple. What makes it complicated is the patterns on the fabric, and the sheer quantity of fabric. If there is a pattern on the fabric being used, then the patterning needs to line up on each side of the middle banding ribbon. The fabric used is typically satin or damask (a sort of silky kind of fabric) and it slides around a lot when being put through an ordinary sewing machine. It takes focus and concentration and a lot of hand strength to make sure that it goes through the machine straight and not crooked. If your hand slips, it is easy to make a mistake and have to rip out a hem or seam.

The Spiritual Side

I don’t sew vestments for a living, and I’ve only sewn two so far. Because the only vestments I’ve sewn have been for close friends of our family – men who we have watched grow through the process of seminary formation – I have that particular priest in my mind and heart as I sew his vestments. I find myself praying for him as I work and thinking about who he is and who he is becoming. When I hit a snag with my sewing machine (which seems to constantly happen) I take a deep breath and offer up the frustration of that moment for him. As a spiritual mother to him, I pour my love and prayers into each stitch that I sew for him.

I also contemplate the fact that the vestment in my hands will be worn when the Sacraments are being brought to people. I marvel at the opportunity to play a small role in that.

Since both vestments I have sewn have been for a friend who is about to get ordained, I also find myself contemplating the vocation that this man is giving his “yes” to. Especially in our current culture, I am aware of the suffering he may be asked to endure.

Seeing the Chasuble in Action

Although the friend that I sewed the first chasuble for has sent me pictures of himself wearing it, I have never actually been to a Mass where he is wearing it. But when I was sewing the second chasuble, my friend told me that he was hoping to wear it for his first Mass. The first Mass of a priest is no small affair, and I was both excited and nervous at the thought of him wearing it for that occasion.

I was tweaking that chasuble up until the night before ordination. Not having him in town to try it on, I had to do my best trying to figure out if it would fit him. Up until the last minute I was trying to figure out how to make the neckline right and was tearing out stitches to reconfigure it. I hoped he would like it, and that it wouldn’t look awful. I didn’t have a chance to see his reaction to it beforehand, because I just handed it off to another priest in his religious community and asked him to get it safely to my friend.

The morning of his first Mass I was so nervous. What if the chasuble didn’t fit right? What if I had messed it up?

My newly ordained friend processed in, wearing that chasuble that I had toiled over for so many hours, and it looked…beautiful. It fit him. It looked like a real chasuble, and the gorgeous fabric and banding he chose looked stunning. I felt so relieved.

Having never seen a priest wearing vestments I had sewn, I was also mesmerized. I could look at that chasuble and picture every stitch, every mistake, every time that I was convinced I had ruined the entire chasuble. I can sew, but I am not an expert by any stretch of the imagination.

Yet there, up on the altar, was a priest wearing the chasuble I had sewn. What I had worked on in my ordinary home, on my ordinary sewing machine, with my ordinary and pin-pricked fingers was being used as part of the sacrifice of the Mass.

That moment has become an image for me of the way that the priest and laity are similar. My ordinary work was transformed when it was brought into the Mass. Likewise, my friend – an ordinary man – was transformed by the sacrament of Holy Orders. Through an ordinary man, God would give us the gift of his Body and Blood.

Through ordinariness, weakness, and imperfection, God was choosing to work. He takes the ordinary things we offer to him — especially every little sacrifice — and unites them to himself. Priest or laity, we bring God our ordinary selves and we trust that he will conform us to himself.

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Michele Chronister is a wife, and mother to three little girls and one little one in heaven. She received her BA and MA in theology from the University of Notre Dame (’09 and ’11). She is the author of a number of books, including Handbook for Adaptive Catechesis, the co-author of Faith Beginnings – Family Nurturing from Birth Through Preschool, editor of the book Rosaries Aren't Just for Teething, as well as an assortment of Catholic children's books. In addition to writing, she also homeschools her daughters, and is the social media manager for the Office of Natural Family Planning in the Archdiocese of St. Louis. When her oldest was a baby, she realized that their family life had taken on a sort of monastic rhythm – eat, pray, play, sleep. Prompted by this, she started the blog My Domestic Monastery (www.mydomesticmonastery.com), where she shares inspiration for families wanting to grow in holiness.

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