Saturday, July 04, 2009

My Priest Is So Lucky To Have Me As A Parishioner
That's right... I said lucky

Yes, I drive him crazy. Yes, I test his limits. Yes, because of me he gets calls from the Chancery. Yes, I daily add to the cross he bears.

But, hey... because of me, he'll make it into Heaven.


Blogger Dymphna said...

Hmm. My husband uses the same argument.

10:40 AM  
Blogger Adeodatus49 said...

Go ahead, Cavey, admit it. It's because you are a Marine! LOL

1:40 PM  
Blogger Vir Speluncae Catholicus said...

Ya got me, Adeo!!

3:13 PM  
Blogger Joe of St. Thérèse said...

That's the idea.

3:22 PM  
Blogger Simplex Vir said...

Do not forget this very lucky Priest has the right bind you to obedience my jarheaded friend.


5:35 PM  
Blogger Vir Speluncae Catholicus said...

But I'm still a helluva headache!!

5:47 PM  
Blogger chestertonian said...

Wanna be a real thorn in his side? If you haven't already, ask about First Friday/First Saturday devotions. Tell him you want an all-day adoration every First Friday. Tell him you'll organize it yourself, including lining up adorers and rummaging around in the cellar for the monstrance (and being a Marine, you'll have some Brasso on hand to clean off the tarnish).

All he's got to do is show up for Exposition and later for Benediction. He'll hate you for it, epecially as it'll be impossible for him to refuse. LOL

5:46 PM  
Blogger Vetus Melius Est said...


I am guessing that Caveman's priest already has such devotional life in his parish. I'll even go out on a limb and bet that the only things gathering dust in the basment are any goofy versions of the stations of the Cross, hymnals, and polyester vesture left over from previous pastorates. Far from polishing, this man's poor priest has likely either acquired new, more worthy vessels when necessary and has replated what he could from the stock. If Caveman or any lay person were to dare touch said vessels without explicit instruction to do so - and while wearing gloves - why, I might gamble that they would draw back a bloody plebeian stump where they used to have a hand.

Call me crazy - but I'd bet this is the case at Caveman's parish.

10:42 AM  

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