The Monsignor

I attended the local Catholic Church this morning. The Monsignor was looking splendid in his robes, with his white hair, and he seemed relaxed and contented. He said, “Don’t you have your own congregation today?” I said, “It’s my Sunday off.” He said, “I wish I would get time off.” I said, “This Church has picked up very nicely since your predecessor was here.” He said, “All my predecessors are dead, you know.” OBSERVATION: I suspect that the Catholic Church has a master plan. In every one that I attend, it’s the same: a message of great simplicity, and (as far as it can be done in the Catholic Church) the priesthood of believers.