I was invited to Thursday dinner at the largest parish in the Archdiocese of Los Angeles. Arriving right on time, I was disconcerted to find the rectory empty except for the housekeeper.
“I’m sorry,” I said to her. “I must have marked the wrong date on my calendar.”
“No, you have the right date,” she replied, “but dinner will be a bit late. All the priests are still hearing confessions.”
“On a Thursday?”
When the four priests returned to the rectory, the pastor...