Don’t let first Communion be last
When I answered, a little voice said, "Hi Fr. Rick, it's me; come pick me up for Mass!"
Before I could respond, she hung up ... she trusted that I had meant what I had said!
After a moment of panic, I remembered where the family lived, told the ushers I'd be back in time to start Mass, and went to get her!
Imagine Mom and Dad as they answered the door in bedclothes, seeing a man fully vested for Mass at their front door, explaining that their little girl had called for a ride to Mass and that I was there to bring her if they would allow, their little girl tugging, happily pleading permission to go with me!
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