“May I give you a blessing for your travels?” he said.
I was about to embark on quite possibly the most significant trip in the quarter century I’d been alive. I needed all the good graces I could get.
“Absolutely!” I replied.
This is a Cassock
So the young ex-marine-turned Catholic priest from the Order of St. Peter laid his hands upon me in Terminal B of Charlotte’s Douglas International Airport and asked the Lord to give me a safe and successful journey.
I spotted Fr. McCambridge hours earlier in his long black cassock while we were standing in line to board at O’Hare. I didn’t much care that I cut a few folks in line to seek him out. Etiquette be damned, I was on a mission. Continue reading
Jake Berent 