Ah, those impish leprechauns! They sent me this story on St. Patrick’s Day via my dear friend, Janis Quinn. Feeling a tad impish myself. I feel sure the leprechauns won’t mind if I share this — there’s always a pot of gold in a good story!
Why Irish Eyes Are Smiling…
While on vacation in Rome, I noticed a marble column in St. Peter’s
with a golden telephone on it. As a young priest passed by, I asked
who the telephone was for.
The priest told me it was a direct line to heaven, and if I’d like to call,
it would be a thousand dollars. I was amazed, but declined the offer.
Throughout Italy, I kept seeing the same golden telephone on a marble
column. At each, I asked about it and the answer was always the same:
It was a direct line to heaven and I could call for a thousand dollars.
Then I went to Ireland.
When I finished my tour in Ireland, I decided to attend Mass at a
local village church. When I walked in the door I noticed the golden
telephone. Underneath it there was a sign stating: “DIRECT LINE TO
HEAVEN: 25 cents.”
“Father,” I said, “I have been all over Italy and in all the cathedrals I visited, I’ve seen telephones exactly like this one. But the price was always a thousand dollars. Why is it that this one is only 25 cents?”
The priest smiled and said, “Darlin’, you’re in Ireland now. It’s a local call.”
Happy St. Patrick’s Day x 2 to all YOU little leprechauns out there!
Thanks, Janis — write on!