Eternal Rewards

It is sometimes therapeutic to remember that God is infinitely just . . .

It all began yesterday while the snow was still falling. As I walked ever so gingerly toward the refectory trying to avoid a broken hip on the icy sidewalk, I was assaulted from behind. Projectile snow (slush more accurately) hurtled toward me at lightening speed and splattered all over my head. HA HA HA! It was funny the first time. I had lost my patience by the second time when the slush ball caught me in the ear and took off my glasses.

Today, as I left the Chapel, one of the deacons came rushing up to me. "Is there any way for us to change the date of Jubilemus?" he asked. "We just got word that we have to attend dinner with the Archbishop that evening."

This event had already been rescheduled once, and to do so was not easy. As a result, I silently cursed and then shrugging said that we had hoped to host the event before ordination, but if necessary, I supposed it could be rearranged. I asked them to develop a list of other potential dates and to submit it to me. My face was a ghastly pallor. I thought I might throw up.

"April Fools!" he shrieked with glee.

I can't wait until justice kicks in . . .