At Mass this morning, we heard, through the early-Moderne/Eames speakers and above the din of babies in the back (ours included), our pastor announce that he is being transferred. My daughter whispered, with great urgency, "That means we won't have a priest!"
Not yet. In another twenty years that might be the case, but not yet.
We've only been in this parish for two years, and have no strong feelings one way or the other about this priest. Didn't know him, except through his homilies. We could do better, we could do worse. My husband later raised the quite alarming possibility that we might get the idiot Franciscan who presided here at Easter . If that transpires, we've got a real problem, my friends.