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Message: <blockquote data-quote="cj4ever" data-source="post: 1658050" data-attributes="member: 48861">DON'T EVER BE LATEParish priest was being honoured at a dinner on the twenty-fifthanniversary of his arrival in that parish. A leading local politician,who was a member of the congregation, was chosen to make thepresentation and give a little speech at the dinner, but he was delayedin traffic, so the priest decided to say his own few words while theywaited."You will understand," he said, "the seal of the confessional can neverbe broken. However, I got my first impressions of the parish from thefirst confession I heard here. I can only hint vaguely about this, but when Icame here twenty-five years ago I thought I had been assigned to aterrible place."The very first chap who entered my confessional told me how he hadstolen a television set, and when stopped by the police, had almost murderedthe officer. Further, he told me he had stolen money from his parents,embezzled money from his place of business, had an affair with hisboss's wife, taken illegal drugs, and gave VD to his sister."I was appalled. But as the days went on I knew that my people were notall like that, and I had, indeed, come to a fine parish full of understandingand loving people."Just as the priest finished his talk, the politician arrived full ofapologies at being late. He immediately began to make the presentationand give his talk. "I'll never forget the first day our parish priestarrived in this parish," said the politician. "In fact, I had thehonor of being the first one to go to him in confession."Moral: DON'T EVER BE LATE</blockquote>

Verification: Hathara warak wissa keeyada? (Hathara wadi karanna 20)

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