We have a new pastor. He's the great-grand-nephew-something of a previous pastor at our parish, a pastor we never knew because we just got here 4.2 years ago, but he was definitely much beloved and where am I going with this?
Oh, here's where I'm going. Our new pastor is really young (younger than ME young! And I'm...what? 24 or something? So, wow. Young.) and he has the same last name and is related to that previous pastor and I sort of...
Ugh. I bet someone is going to tell him this. Or he's going to read it himself. (I saw him checking his iphone right before Mass yesterday. Then he stealth-like dropped it into the hidden pocket in his ankle length cassock, suited up in his ordinary-time green vestments and processified right in. Homey ain't afraid of the interwebz.). But I'll press on. Because I'm foolish.