The Invitation

BUT WHAT TO WEAR AT THE RECEPTION?

With a huge Cheshire-cat smile on her face, Joan pressed the white envelope into my hand right after Mass. The word “confidential” was written next to my name. I was puzzled.

“Open it later,” she said, with that grin that wouldn’t quit.

When I did, I understood both her delight and her discretion. The mystery envelope contained an invitation to Joan’s wedding reception, an invitation unlike any of the hundreds I’ve received over the years. The invitation was to the reception...

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Fr. Nonomen (a pseudonym) is the pastor of a suburban parish. He has been a priest for more than twenty years.