On Preparedness and the Priesthood

My mom was invited to a Halloween party. The rule was "where a costume made from only materials you have lying around the house."

She is going as a priest, utilizing black pants, a black jacket, black shoes and a black priest's shirt with roman collar. Oh, also a rosary.

Now to be fair, that wasn't just lying around the house. I pulled those last two out of the trunk of my car. I didn't think she'd need the holy water.

I don't think my Protestant-turned-New Age mother has ever been so happy that her Jew-turned-religious-antiestablishmentarian son is a legally registered minister with a penchant for collecting elaborate disguises.