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Albedo
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Wow, that’s a good story! It’s just unfortunate someone would actually try stealing from a church … 
Thanks for posting this!
Thanks for posting this!
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gomer_tree
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It’s happened before. We had a local Priest here who walked in on a couple teenage kids trying to steal chalices and what not. He had been a college wrestler, and managed to corral one of them and contact the police at the same time.
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Styree
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And people think Catholic Priests are wimps!!!
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K-McD
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That happened to my brother last week.
He is a priest in North East Philadelphia. He e-mail the family telling us of the growing vandelism problem because of the talk of consolidating parishes.
One day last week he was meeting with a couple for marriage when he noticed a figure behind the church throwing something at the windows of the church. He hears glass breaking. I’ll let you hear the rest from his words.
"I take off out the door from the other side of the Church and catch him in the front of the Church.
The Dego in me came out and I yelled at him, “You got a problem?!?” “What?” he replied. “I just saw you throw something through our window!” “NO I DIDN’T” “The Hell you didn’t!” I retorted as I grabbed my cell phone. He then started to walk toward me angrily. I gave him a look like “You wanna piece of this? … Don’t let the hair fool ya’ … Bring it on!!”
He walk right past me and then stopped. He turned and yelled, “I’m angry at God for what He did to me!” I then realized that he was “not all there;” ya know… a couple fries short of a happy meal.
Meanwhile… my cell phone had been ringing for (are you ready for this…) over 30 seconds as the man continued to walk away!! “This is unbelieveable” I was saying to myself. "I could be lying in a ditch bleeding to death while these dispatchers stuff their faces with coffee & doughnuts. What a disgrace!! I was getting really pissed…
As soon as he heard that I had the police on the phone, he tried to run… BUT NOT FROM THIS LEAN MEAN FIGHTING MACHINE. Actually, he was a chunkie 30 something year old who couldn’t run to save his life (or at least avoid capture). I simply jogged behind him at a leisure pace while I had the police on the phone giving a full description. He ran (more like wobbled) up the street and turned the corner. I stayed about 10 yards behind. He got about half a block then stopped and gave up. He said that he would pay for it as long as we didn’t turn him in. We walked back to the rectory together, while the whole time I had the dispatcher on the phone. I sat talking to him on the front steps leading to the rectory. I was trying to reach out to him… ya’ know, understand his pain. That was until four cop cars came flying around the corner and I jumped up into the street and screamed “THERE HE IS!!! NAIL THE BASTARD!!”
Well, I didn’t really say that. In fact, the ending was kind of boring; both of us sitting there til’ the cops arrived. But I’m thinking of rewriting it… much like Peter Jackson did Lord of the Rings! I’m trying to work in some kind of a sword fight in front of the church, maybe with multiple attackers… Let me know what ya’ll think.
Anyway, it turns out that he is angry at God and decided to let God know by smashing the Stain-Glass windows. Pls pray for him, he is not able to process reality too well (who is?). The police are only charging him for this particular act and not the others. The man denies what happen last week, and we have no evidence, so there is no case."
My brother, the priest. He’s a good man. Thinks highly of himself, but really is a good priest.
He is a priest in North East Philadelphia. He e-mail the family telling us of the growing vandelism problem because of the talk of consolidating parishes.
One day last week he was meeting with a couple for marriage when he noticed a figure behind the church throwing something at the windows of the church. He hears glass breaking. I’ll let you hear the rest from his words.
"I take off out the door from the other side of the Church and catch him in the front of the Church.
The Dego in me came out and I yelled at him, “You got a problem?!?” “What?” he replied. “I just saw you throw something through our window!” “NO I DIDN’T” “The Hell you didn’t!” I retorted as I grabbed my cell phone. He then started to walk toward me angrily. I gave him a look like “You wanna piece of this? … Don’t let the hair fool ya’ … Bring it on!!”
He walk right past me and then stopped. He turned and yelled, “I’m angry at God for what He did to me!” I then realized that he was “not all there;” ya know… a couple fries short of a happy meal.
Meanwhile… my cell phone had been ringing for (are you ready for this…) over 30 seconds as the man continued to walk away!! “This is unbelieveable” I was saying to myself. "I could be lying in a ditch bleeding to death while these dispatchers stuff their faces with coffee & doughnuts. What a disgrace!! I was getting really pissed…
As soon as he heard that I had the police on the phone, he tried to run… BUT NOT FROM THIS LEAN MEAN FIGHTING MACHINE. Actually, he was a chunkie 30 something year old who couldn’t run to save his life (or at least avoid capture). I simply jogged behind him at a leisure pace while I had the police on the phone giving a full description. He ran (more like wobbled) up the street and turned the corner. I stayed about 10 yards behind. He got about half a block then stopped and gave up. He said that he would pay for it as long as we didn’t turn him in. We walked back to the rectory together, while the whole time I had the dispatcher on the phone. I sat talking to him on the front steps leading to the rectory. I was trying to reach out to him… ya’ know, understand his pain. That was until four cop cars came flying around the corner and I jumped up into the street and screamed “THERE HE IS!!! NAIL THE BASTARD!!”
Well, I didn’t really say that. In fact, the ending was kind of boring; both of us sitting there til’ the cops arrived. But I’m thinking of rewriting it… much like Peter Jackson did Lord of the Rings! I’m trying to work in some kind of a sword fight in front of the church, maybe with multiple attackers… Let me know what ya’ll think.
Anyway, it turns out that he is angry at God and decided to let God know by smashing the Stain-Glass windows. Pls pray for him, he is not able to process reality too well (who is?). The police are only charging him for this particular act and not the others. The man denies what happen last week, and we have no evidence, so there is no case."
My brother, the priest. He’s a good man. Thinks highly of himself, but really is a good priest.
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WanderAimlessly
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This reminds me of a story about a year and half ago where a bunch of girls from St Maria Goretti HS turned the tables on a would be flasher:
'WorldNetDaily: Catholic-school girls****flasher
I did find it especially fitting since St Maria Goretti is the patron saint of rape victims.
PF
'WorldNetDaily: Catholic-school girls****flasher
I did find it especially fitting since St Maria Goretti is the patron saint of rape victims.
PF
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