The priest of a fashionable parish had his ushers greet the people after Sunday service. His wife persuaded him to take on this task himself. "Wouldn't it be awful if, after some years, you were not to know the members of your own parish?" she said.
So the following Sunday the priest took up his post at the church door after service. The first one out of church was a woman in plain clothes, evidently a newcomer to the parish.
"How do you do? I am very glad to have you here with us," he said, offering her his hand.
"Thanks you," said the woman, somewhat taken aback.
"I hope we will see you often at our services. We are always glad to see new faces, you know."
"Yes, sir."
"Do you live in this parish?"
The woman seemed at a loss what to say.
"If you give me your address, my wife and I will call on you some evening."
"You wouldn't have to go far, sir. I'm your cook."
Anthony de Mello
So the following Sunday the priest took up his post at the church door after service. The first one out of church was a woman in plain clothes, evidently a newcomer to the parish.
"How do you do? I am very glad to have you here with us," he said, offering her his hand.
"Thanks you," said the woman, somewhat taken aback.
"I hope we will see you often at our services. We are always glad to see new faces, you know."
"Yes, sir."
"Do you live in this parish?"
The woman seemed at a loss what to say.
"If you give me your address, my wife and I will call on you some evening."
"You wouldn't have to go far, sir. I'm your cook."
Anthony de Mello
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