Or here’s a story. One time when I was an altar boy
A missionary priest arrived at our parish to conduct
A retreat. He was sort of famous and even us cynics
Among the altar corps were interested. Competition
Arose as to who would be his go-to server; we drew
Straws for it and someone joked about Christ’s robe.

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