But anyway, 42, I meant to tell what happened to the priest. He's 80, and drives to the church from his retirement home in Sacramento, 45 minutes away. During the service, I was a bit concerned that something bad had happened to him. I found out afterwards that he just got the schedule confused - which is easy to do because our parish has 3 churches and 4 priests. the pastor wasn't too happy with him for not showing up, though.
This retired guy is a crusty old Irishman, and he's quite a kick. He washed my feet on Holy Thursday, and then he took his pitcher of water and poured it down my pants leg. Then he looked up at me with a big grin and winked.
And it looks like this incident is ending my five years of blissful unemployment/retirement, because I accepted the job the pastor offered me. I'm actually going to get paid for being a lay minister, and it shouldn't take much more time than the volunteer work I'm already doing there. So, I'll still have time to annoy Shambles and defy his rules.
-Joe Offer-