Tuesday, August 15, 2006


And people ask me why I don't go to church...

One Sunday morning, Fr. Flores noticed little Patrick standing in the foyer of the church staring up at a large plaque. It was covered with names with small American flags mounted on either side of it.

The seven year old had been staring at the plaque for some time, so the Priest walked up, stood beside the little boy, and said quietly, “Good morning, Patrick.”

“Good morning, Father,” the boy replied, still focused on the plaque. Then he asked, “Father, what is this?”

The priest said, “Well, son, it’s a memorial to all the young men and women who died in the service.”

Soberly they stood together, staring at the large plaque. Finally, little Patrick’s voice, barely audible and trembling with fear, asked:

“Which service: the 8:30 or the 11:00?”


Says it all, I think.

Amazing, out-

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