DeJoker
Master of Mayhem
This thread starts the story involving Father Mark Kingsley a simple man, a simple priest whose fairly mundane troubled life was about to change and get a whole lot more troubling so much so that his current troubles were going to pale greatly in comparison to the ones he would soon be facing.
This story starts on a fairly normal day on a fairly normal afternoon with Mark taking tea with Mrs. Digsby something he did most Wednesday afternoons. The conversation even went as it normally did, they talked about the weather, the Saint Anne parish, the Grey Nuns and the Orphanage, James Cagney's latest movie Taxi that had just seen recently, basically the usual kind of things a couple of older people might chat about on a nice afternoon while taking tea. Then Gerald, Mrs. Digsby's butler, showed a man into the room.
"Why hello Joe." Eleanor says to the man as he walks in. She's sets her tea cup gently down upon its saucer then says, "Joe this is Father Kingsley," she gesture her right hand towards you palm up, "Mark," she moves her hand in Joe's direction, "this is Mr Joseph Kennedy."
She says his name rather matter-of-factly but any good Irish Catholic new exactly who Joseph Patrick Kennedy Senior was and Mark was definitely a good Irish Catholic. Granted Mark had never met him before, as the two generally moved in different circles.
However, Joe was everything he had ever heard about the man, a very well tailored lean businessman with a balding hairline and round wire-rimmed glasses. He had an air of confidence about him that Mark could sense from even across the room, and which only become more noticeable as he approached extending his hand to shake Mark's. "Father Kingsley, a pleasure to meet you, Eleanor has told me so much about you. Oh and would you mind if I just called you Mark?" The significance of that simple statement did not escape Mark's sense of social decorum. Not only was he elevating Mark to equal footing but he was also giving Mark permission to do the same. Looking at Joe's hand that sense of deja vu that he often had, just washed over him. It was as if he had been here before and he knew that shaking this man's hand would change his life forever. He could not tell if it would be for good or ill just something very significant that had already happened and he was just going through the motions once again. Still perhaps this was just a premonition from the Holy Spirit letting him know that this was what God was calling him towards. So the question was would he trust in God and take that step of faith?
This story starts on a fairly normal day on a fairly normal afternoon with Mark taking tea with Mrs. Digsby something he did most Wednesday afternoons. The conversation even went as it normally did, they talked about the weather, the Saint Anne parish, the Grey Nuns and the Orphanage, James Cagney's latest movie Taxi that had just seen recently, basically the usual kind of things a couple of older people might chat about on a nice afternoon while taking tea. Then Gerald, Mrs. Digsby's butler, showed a man into the room.
"Why hello Joe." Eleanor says to the man as he walks in. She's sets her tea cup gently down upon its saucer then says, "Joe this is Father Kingsley," she gesture her right hand towards you palm up, "Mark," she moves her hand in Joe's direction, "this is Mr Joseph Kennedy."
She says his name rather matter-of-factly but any good Irish Catholic new exactly who Joseph Patrick Kennedy Senior was and Mark was definitely a good Irish Catholic. Granted Mark had never met him before, as the two generally moved in different circles.
However, Joe was everything he had ever heard about the man, a very well tailored lean businessman with a balding hairline and round wire-rimmed glasses. He had an air of confidence about him that Mark could sense from even across the room, and which only become more noticeable as he approached extending his hand to shake Mark's. "Father Kingsley, a pleasure to meet you, Eleanor has told me so much about you. Oh and would you mind if I just called you Mark?" The significance of that simple statement did not escape Mark's sense of social decorum. Not only was he elevating Mark to equal footing but he was also giving Mark permission to do the same. Looking at Joe's hand that sense of deja vu that he often had, just washed over him. It was as if he had been here before and he knew that shaking this man's hand would change his life forever. He could not tell if it would be for good or ill just something very significant that had already happened and he was just going through the motions once again. Still perhaps this was just a premonition from the Holy Spirit letting him know that this was what God was calling him towards. So the question was would he trust in God and take that step of faith?
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