Father Tim
Have I never told ye the tale of Father Tim McGowan?
Well then. Me first memory of Father Tim was in the third grade. He was only Tim then and our teacher, Mrs. Wood (a stunningly beautiful figure of a woman with flaming red hair and sparkling green eyes - but I digress) was having to chase him all about the schoolyard, recess having been over for some time but Tim wasn’t done with it yet.
It was a public school - Barranca Elementary in Covina, CA - and Tim came to us from Sacred Heart Catholic School. He was what we now call hyperactive and wasn’t the last straw for Sacred Heart Tim’s biting of a nun on the ankle?
Tim and I became quite good friends in our youth, but time passed and I lost track of him after grade school. I’m not a big fan of Ritalin to be sure, but in Tim’s case didn’t it do some good and didn’t he settle down to eventually become a priest?
Somewhere in Southern California there is a convent. I believe it’s in the San Gabriel Mountains but I could be mistaken. Be that as it may, in this convent was a priest, a friend of Father Tim’s from Seminary. Father Tim decided to visit his friend, and wasn’t it a blessing from God that he did so? For to be sure, the priest had a horrible cold and though he was capable of saying Mass, wouldn’t Father Tim say it for him as a favor?
To be sure he would. Having said Mass, Father Tim was about to leave when a voice behind him sounded like thunder - “Tim McGowan!”
And wasn’t it the very same nun that he had bitten on the ankle and gotten himself kicked out of Catholic School?
So when people tell me God has no sense of humor, I tell them this.
Well then. Me first memory of Father Tim was in the third grade. He was only Tim then and our teacher, Mrs. Wood (a stunningly beautiful figure of a woman with flaming red hair and sparkling green eyes - but I digress) was having to chase him all about the schoolyard, recess having been over for some time but Tim wasn’t done with it yet.
It was a public school - Barranca Elementary in Covina, CA - and Tim came to us from Sacred Heart Catholic School. He was what we now call hyperactive and wasn’t the last straw for Sacred Heart Tim’s biting of a nun on the ankle?
Tim and I became quite good friends in our youth, but time passed and I lost track of him after grade school. I’m not a big fan of Ritalin to be sure, but in Tim’s case didn’t it do some good and didn’t he settle down to eventually become a priest?
Somewhere in Southern California there is a convent. I believe it’s in the San Gabriel Mountains but I could be mistaken. Be that as it may, in this convent was a priest, a friend of Father Tim’s from Seminary. Father Tim decided to visit his friend, and wasn’t it a blessing from God that he did so? For to be sure, the priest had a horrible cold and though he was capable of saying Mass, wouldn’t Father Tim say it for him as a favor?
To be sure he would. Having said Mass, Father Tim was about to leave when a voice behind him sounded like thunder - “Tim McGowan!”
And wasn’t it the very same nun that he had bitten on the ankle and gotten himself kicked out of Catholic School?
So when people tell me God has no sense of humor, I tell them this.