This past weekend we went to Stan Hywet Hall (see here) to see Twelfth Night at the Shakespeare Festival. Twelfth Night is particularly interesting to me because I was in the production when I was in college.
Someone on the trip said they would like to see a picture of what I looked like in my halcyon days when I didst trod the stage boards. So here is a picture of a picture of me during a time when hair was more than just a happy memory:
The truth is . . . I had a blast. It was a fun time. But DAILY I am thankful for being a priest. It may have been fun for that season of my life, but I also remember having times thinking, "There is NO WAY that can do this for the rest of my life!" That thought has never occurred to be with the priesthood.
But still . . . from time to time . . . when I think nobody is around . . .