We all know that priests are not a constant. That they are assigned, they arrived, they preside, and then they are reassigned, and they go. It could happen in a year, two years, five or nineteen. No one really knows when the call to move will come. But eventually it does. And this week it did.
Our priest, well one of our priests, got the call to move on. The priest who got the youth of the parish altar serving. The priest who sings with the children's choir. The priest who goes on field trips. The priest that leaves the pulpit to give his homily among the congregation.
We have two weeks to say good bye. And then what...
1 comment:
It's always hard to say goodbye. Enjoy your two weeks' time, cherish it.
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