Mass at Mission #1 was over insofar as the Mass is ever over, which it isn't, and we fell back to the church hall for coffee.
Time, eternity and the Sacrifice aside, conversation was mostly about getting milk from your cows, these being Polled Herefords, chickens getting picked off by Buzzards, an issue, and the usual stories about coyotes and bobcats. Then things took a turn for the spiritual.
"Padre, can you say a prayer."
"I'd be glad to, what for?"
"Well, I bought tickets for the Rolling Stones as a Valentines Day gift for T."
"Yes?"
"Thing is, need you to pray they'll still be alive in time for the concert!"
Some argue Keef and Mick have no business remaining on this mortal coil, others say "let him that is without sin jail the first stone." And not before time, either.
Here endeth the Lesson,
LSP
