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“Rewiring”

Because our former
small-town parish was not a wealthy one, our pastor was dependent on
parishioners for upkeep and maintenance of the church.

Once he asked my husband, Sam, to
rewire the confessionals. The only way to reach the wiring was to enter the
attic above the altar and crawl over the ceiling by balancing on the rafters.

Concerned for my husband’s safety,
I waited in a pew.

Unbeknownst to me, some
parishioners were congregating in the vestibule. They paid little attention to
me, probably assuming I was praying.

Worried about my husband, I looked
up toward the ceiling and yelled, “Sam, Sam, are you up there? Did you
make it okay?”

There was quite an
outburst from the vestibule when Sam’s hearty voice echoed down, “Yes, I
made it up here just fine!”