A old priest from my youth was very well known for his untiring, virtually single-handed, definitely all-consuming efforts to feed the poor — so all-consuming that he was so busy running around Baltimore scrounging food for the poor that he let his driver’s license lapse, to the point that when he finally went to renew his license they made him take a vision test.Did I mention that from the first I met him, he was reading the Sacramentary, which already had large type, with a magnifier that put the telescope on Mt. Palomar to shame? The horrified examiner asked incredulously, “How did you get here!?” Matter-of-factly, Father answered, “I drove here, of course.” “Well, you’d better call someone to get you,” the examiner replied, “because you’re not driving away from here!” And that was that.
A old priest from my youth was very well known for his untiring, virtually single-handed, definitely all-consuming efforts to feed the poor — so all-consuming that he was so busy running around Baltimore scrounging food for the poor that he let his driver’s license lapse, to the point that when he finally went to renew his license they made him take a vision test.Did I mention that from the first I met him, he was reading the Sacramentary, which already had large type, with a magnifier that put the telescope on Mt. Palomar to shame? The horrified examiner asked incredulously, “How did you get here!?” Matter-of-factly, Father answered, “I drove here, of course.” “Well, you’d better call someone to get you,” the examiner replied, “because you’re not driving away from here!” And that was that.