You have a HOLY Priest.
We have a feisty bunch of priests. The thing about his eyes he said out on the patio when we were all talking. He’s a fire-breather, this one. (And it is a breath of fresh air after the church we left where the priest, at the pulpit, referred to ‘his friend the fundamentalist’(that was me; I had challenged him about Original Sin, I believe, and he poo-pooed me). The good ones are out there and they are starting to speak out. Talk about needing prayer.