Father McGolderick’s Many Miracles

From Our Humor Department:

by Jack Le Moine

Back in the sixties, when I was in the seminary, I had to take a class on pre-homiletics. (High-school speech class.) The teacher, Father McGolderick, was an old man on the verge of retirement (if not already retired.)

So we had to give speeches in this class. Now in every group there is always someone who oversteps his time. I noticed that when this happened Father started to cough. It was a mild cough at first but the longer I talked — oops! Didn’t mean to give that away. Too much information – the longer I talked the worse the coughing got. Now he was out of his chair and on his knees, gasping and wheezing.

I would stop. Was this old geezer going to die on me right there? What could I do to help? He would only gesture wildly at me to go back to my seat.

And you know what? Every time I did a miracle happened. Father McGolderick recovered, sat back in his chair and calmly said, “next.”