My Sunday routine is rather fixed. I get up around 10AM - 11AM. Aside from prayers, household chores, and taking care of the cats, I really don’t do much physical activity before going to the 4:15 PM mass. So I fast until mass is over.
My one and only Sunday meal is at the local Sizzler Steakhouse, where I arrive after 5 PM. Today, while waiting in line, this elderly Black Gentleman asked me if I was a Priest. He was a Protestant Minister in his Sunday best.
And I was in my penitential blues. Plain dark blue trousers, a somewhat lighter blue T-shirt. No rings, watches, or any kind of jewalry at all. Except for the large wooden San Damiano crucifix around my neck. I could indeed be a Priest in secular garb.
Anyway, we became friends and had our dinners together. We chatted about our activities. He was fascinated by the 1221 Penitential Private Association of which I am a member in formation. In turn, he currently works as a phone volunteer for Obama, and plans to start a Minister school next year. He approved of my AA work.
All in all, a fun evening.