The pastor, Father Diotrophes thought he had them--the
prayer group that is. They always
spooked him with their quiet shuffling around.
They just annoyed him. Anyway, he
told their leader to stop meeting during the summer. Surprisingly, their leader didn’t say
anything but nodded his head in agreement.
He did understand though, because he said, “Before we end for the
summer, may we have a procession to crown Mary?” The pastor readily agreed.
“Hooray!” thought the pastor. They’ll be gone for the summer.
He forgot about the May procession until he was awaken from
his nap by singing. He looked out the
window, and saw many, many people surrounding the statue of Mary, in front of
the rectory.
Good Lord! They were woke him up with “And the Father
Will Dance!”
“Lord have mercy.”
“That little prayer grew?
This must be a nightmare.”
No, it was still a little, overly pious, overly devotional,
group. But they had somehow managed to
gather their friends and family together, for a May crowning of Mary. They were also elderly and forgetful. The leader forgot that the pastor said not to
meet during the summer. Things carried
on, as before. And the Father danced
fumed.
