Remember our Parish priest, an avid fisherman, telling the story about fishing for trout in a local river and hearing the church bells tolling faintly in the distance. It was a Saturday AM ... seems there was a wedding on the verge of getting underway, a wedding, in which he was expected to play a key role. He had neglected to check his scheduling planner that morning ... needless to say the kind Father had to scramble to make the event. He didn't want to be the reason the wedding was memorable.
I got one:
At a campus-owned lakeside retreat house, a couple co-retreatants took a row boat across the pond. It was getting stormy, and soon would be time for dinner anyway, so the priest walked out onto the floating docks to call them in.
Sensing the setting, the usually reserved Fr. Brendan playfully outstretched his arms. The wind immediately calmed down, astonishingly both on the dock and out at the boat at the same instant. A ray of sun pierced the clouds and shined on the docks. When the light hit him, Fr. Lally pulled his arms in as if too say, "Oo! Did I do that?" as the larger of the retreatants jokingly stood out of the boat as if to stand apon the water, before the other guy pulled him back in.