MusingMuso Posted November 16, 2006 Share Posted November 16, 2006 My favourite story concerns a Roman Catholic priest of strongly Irish disposition, who always seemed to be in a bad-temper as he admonished his flock on a regular basis; all glaring eyes and wagging forefinger in the old tradition. On the occasion of "Palm Sunday," the old priest gave out palm-crosses; angrily blessing each recipient in his strongly Irish brogue. Mass came and went without major incident, save for a piece of white wafer which fell on the altar-cloth; thus causing a major ecclesiastcal moment, when the priest had to dig out his reading-glasses to recuse the remains of Jesus from a potentially grizzly end. Then finally stepping forward to give his benediction, the old Irish priest launched into his agitated announcement that there would be a second-collection, furiously wagging his forefinger and saying, "Now to-day is Palm Sunday, as yas all knows, and we've given yas all palms to take home with yas. Now were only a small parish, and we can't afford to just give yas all palms; so in order to cover the cost of dese t'ings, were going to 'ave a second-collection, because I don't want yers to t'ink that dese t'ings just grow on trees! In nomine patre, et filio sancte etc" MM Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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