Oh, my. Goodness.
The meal before him — some sort of pizza featuring fig and goat cheese and arugula — smelled utterly heavenly. The priest was dressed in his collar, having come out on a break between masses to dine. He was a bit tired of the whole thing, honestly. He wanted a chance away.
And he often wondered, what was it all for, anyway?
The world provided meals with or without the grace of God. No, today he exalted the man who'd made this delectable platter.
Very, very good. He had with him a little plastic wine glass of, of course, wine. Well, the altar swill would hardly be enough! Maybe if he had enough of these, then by the time he returned he would be a faithful priest again. For now, he was largely sober.
But brightening!