THE PAROCHIAL VICAR
By Fr. Casmir Odundo The bell to the rectory rang. Fr. Maxwell, the Parochial Vicar (Curate) ran to open the door. It was Mrs. Edna. “ Good morning Father Maxwell, I am looking for Fr. Protus, the Parish Priest. ” She said. “ Good Morning, he is not around, he has left for a one week seminar. Is there anything I can help you with? ” Asked Fr. Maxwell. She kept quiet for a while, then she said she will come back next week. Fast forward to the next week, she was again at the rectory. This time it was Fr. Protus, the Parish Priest who opened the door. “ Mrs. Edna, glad you are here, I was told you were looking for me, last week, what’s up? ” “ Father, I just wanted you to bless my rosary. ” She said pulling out her rosary. “ And you had to wait for a whole week. Why couldn’t you ask Fr. Maxwell to bless it for you? ” “ Well, ” he is just a Curate, you are the Parish Priest. ” She added. “Mrs. Edna, the “Real Parish Priest” is in the tabernacle, we are only help