SO ....
The local Roman Catholic priest meets the local Episcopal Priest in the Post Office. The two of them are going through their mail.
"Hey, look at this," says the EC priest; and he shows the RC priest a box of three individually wrapped communion wafers and juice cups that came as a promotion in the mail.
After a good chuckle, the RC priest invites the EC priest to lunch. The EC priest thinks, "If seminary taught me one thing, it's never turn down free food," so he accepts.
After a great lunch at the local bakery, it was discovered that the RC priest has no money. And we all know that EC priests never have any money .... so here we are, two priests in a bakery without any money.
The rest of the afternoon was spent wandering around town, cracking jokes, and thinking we oughta go into vaudeville. Or not.
I love small towns.
Oh ... we did eventually get to the bank, withdrew some money from his account, and he paid the bill. Good thing, because we all know that EC priests don't have any money.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
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1 comments:
Our parish priest is probably in his early fifties, still has a full head of hair and is fairly young-looking.
The first time we took my daughter to Mass in Ennis, I heard her whisper something to my wife as Father Ed came down the aisle.
After Mass, I asked my wife what my daughter had said.
She'd seen Father Ed and asked, "Is that God?"
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