Pastor’s Corner 3/8/2015
This Sunday I am reminded of a very dear priest friend of mine, Fr. Ken, who shall we say, is no wilting violet—no “Caspar Milquetoast.” In particular I think back on a time when in the middle of a wedding, as he stood before the couple, a man made the near fatal mistake of parking his ice cream truck right in front of the open front doors of the church (it being a very warm day) and turned up the volume of his loud speakers which were playing a jingle version of “Mary Had a Little Lamb.” Hardly being able to hear himself speak, Father, dressed in full liturgical battle array, walked briskly down the middle aisle, out the doors, and right into the cab of the ice cream vendor’s van. He yelled at the top of his lungs “Move this @#$%!! truck out of here NOW! How many times have I told you not to park here! Can’t you see there is a wedding going on?” The ice cream truck vanished in a cloud of exhaust, Father returned to the sanctuary much in the same way as he had exited, and continued with the blessing of the rings almost without missing a beat.