Father Jack

Who wouldn't trust this guy?

Here I am, all the time telling you what's happening at Temptation Parish and who's doing what, but I don't fill you in on the people I'm always talking about. 

Like Father Jack, for instance.

I love Jack. He's been my rock along with Mary Lou ever since I got here. He's funny, totally irreverent for a priest, but don't kid yourself, it's his very lack of respect that endears the parishioners to him and makes him tons of friends. He's down to earth and never shocked at anything, since he's heard it all. He goes out of his way to where people congregate, high-brow, low-brow, and no-brow! (hehehe...)

He was once married and had a secular life, so he's a late-blooming cleric. Years ago, he married his high school sweetheart. I heard he was a big cheese quarterback on the school football team and she was on the cheerleading squad. They were happily married for a time, but then the news came that she had cancer and he lost her. Needing some space between his pain and events, he went into the service. He got along so well with everybody he found himself looking for the same sort of camaraderie when he got out.

It was in the priesthood and then high school again, this time an all-boys school and he taught history. He was famous for his practical jokes and the boys loved him. Ask him about the time somebody dumped chickens in his classroom!

He met Mary Lou there, too. This is where the story gets fuzzy. All I know is they were attracted to each other and something happened and he got transferred.

Anyway, he's my buddy and I love him to death. He's awfully busy, though and when Fr. Will got here, he turned much of the church stuff over to him, so, between you and me, Jack could play. While he does that, I'm taking care of Will knowing he's going to have awfully big shoes to fill when Jack retires.

So, that's it. Now you know a little about this holy man I call my friend. The same one who hides catnip mice around the rectory and whose jokes I steal (not really). Here's one: A grasshopper walks into a bar. The bartender says, "Hey, we got a drink named after you!"

The grasshopper says, "You got a drink named Murray?" 

Have a great weekend!