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AS I’VE SAID ON MORE than one occasion, Monday is a priest’s traditional day off. And after the weekend I had, no one would fault me for hopping in my car—or hopping on my bicycle, just in case Martin Maycord is watching—and riding out into the mountains to enjoy some peace, quiet, and fall foliage.
But there are things more important than my own comfort. Hurting members of my flock hurt just as much on a Monday as any other day. While Deacon Derek can—and regularly does—handle sick calls and hospital visits, there’s one person I need to check on myself.
Which is why I’m at Myerton General this morning around 10 a.m., sitting with Bridget Davis while her son Terry undergoes another surgery to repair the damage done to his face by his father.
After I give her communion, she says
