The inspiration for John's funny post below was a call that I made to a parish yesterday to speak to a priest. The woman had clearly lost whatever enthusiasm she might have had for her job back when she was taking calls for Moses. She told me very tersely she thought Father was gone but she would look for him. She put the phone down and I heard the sound of her opening a can of soda and slowly pouring it into a glass, then she got back on the phone and said "He's on retreat - call back on the 12th." I was thinking "Don't knock yourself out taking a message, lady - I wouldn't want you to have to lift that rock and chisel to write my name down!"
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