Poor Poor Pitiful Me

Pity poor Father Anonymous.

Here he was, preparing his sermon for Sunday.  It was to be on his favorite personage from the Lutheran sanctoral calendar, John Donne.  After all, March 31 only falls on a Sunday every seven years or so, giving him few opportunities to ramble on in public about Donne.  (Did you know he told his congregation that he was their spiritual mother, and encouraged them to suck the milk of Wisdom from his breasts?)

Then Father A. checked the table, and noticed that some other feast takes precedence on that day.  Fooey!

Tongue deeply in cheek here, friends.  Make it through Good Friday, and have a blessed Easter.