The decal on the rear window my car. The only one like it in the Clergy parking lot.

I began this journey years ago while on the nursing staff of a hospital near Atlanta. Many of our patients who were preparing to leave this world, found themselves alienated from their faith but desiring the sacraments that gave them peace. Father Robert Fisher, the priest at the little Episcopal Church my family attended, always came when I called. I marveled at the serenity he left in his wake. He encouraged me to consider ordination so I could do what he did for those who needed it. It took many years, and my mentor had already passed into the Eternal by the time I made it, but I will always thank him for setting me on the path.
My first act as a priest was to administer last rights to a friend.
My first act as a priest was to administer last rights to a friend.