There are times in life when misunderstandings happen, albeit well
intended. And when they happen it is very difficult to rewind time and
make things all right once again. As Father Ignatius found out.
It
was always his intention to involve as many parishioners as possible in
the running of St Vincent’s Church. It was after all their church and
he was only there as their humble servant.
Since the wedding of
Theodore Luxton-Joyce to Rose Leamington, Father Ignatius got to visit
the eccentric millionaire and his wife quite often in their beautiful
mansion.
He had mentioned at some time that they’d be most
welcome to join in the church’s activities and events. As a result,
Theodore had been encouraged by his wife to join the Parish Council; and
she, being far wiser than her husband, decided to give him ample space
and not get involved with any church business.
Instead, she
joined the Board of Governors of the local Catholic School. This way
they both helped the local community but in totally different
capacities.
Father Ignatius was in the Chair that evening when
Theodore attended the Parish Council Meeting for the first time; and not
surprisingly, also for the first time ever, every member of the Parish
Council attended that day. There were no absentees whatsoever. They all
turned up to meet this millionaire whom they’d heard so much about;
perhaps in the hope that some reflected glory would rub on them.
They all sat in cinema fashion in the Parish Hall with Father Ignatius and the Parish Secretary at a table facing them.
“Let us start by saying the Lord’s Prayer …” said the priest.
And
then it went on to various Parish business on the long and tedious
agenda. The St Vincent de Paul Society gave a short report of their
activities, followed by the Boy Scouts, and then the Annual Garden Fete
sub-committee outlined what was planned this year – an ice-cream and
popcorn stand, a beautiful baby parade, a karaoke sing-along contest and
so on and so forth. And as the minutes ticked ever so slowly various
Parish groups presented their insomnia healing reports ad infinitum.
Father
Ignatius noticed that Theodore sat politely somewhere up front and for
once said nothing; which was very unusual for a person always in control
and ready to make his views known. The priest realized that unless he
involved the man in some activity or other he’d certainly not see him
again on the Parish Council.
An item under Any Other Business on
the Agenda came to the priest’s rescue – repairs to the roof of the
Parish Hall. The very place they were sitting in right then.
“May
I draw your attention to this important item …” said the priest
introducing the subject, “you will see behind you in that corner that
the ceiling has several damp patches. Basically, this building has a
flat roof which is in great need of repairs or possibly total
replacement. Rain has started to leak through gaps in the roof and these
will get worse by winter. We have an estimate that replacement would
cost up to £1000.
“We need to set up a sub-committee to look into
this matter and to come up with recommendations on how to proceed.
We’ll need clear indications of costs and how to raise the funds
required.
“May I suggest that we ask Mr Luxton-Joyce to chair the sub-committee?”
Theodore
jumped in his chair at the mention of his name and, perhaps for the
first time that evening, he paid attention to what was being said.
“Hear … hear …” said several people enthusiastically.
“Good …” said the priest, “Mr Luxton-Joyce, would you agree to see to the repairs to the roof?”
“Sure …” said Theodore, “I’ll take care of it!”
The
priest asked for volunteers to serve on the Roof Repairs sub-committee
and almost everyone there put their hands up. They all wanted to serve
with Theodore. They all put forward ideas on how to proceed …
“We can organize a tea and cakes evening to raise money …” said one.
“And we could sell second-hand books; they’re always very popular you know …” said another.
“£1000 is too much money …” said a third volunteer, “perhaps we can have a second collection on Sunday!”
And so it went on with everyone enthusiastically volunteering ideas in order to be chosen on Theodore’s sub-committee.
Eventually,
Father Ignatius brought matters to a close by selecting six people to
join Theodore’s team charged with repairs to the roof. And so the first
Parish Council Meeting attended by Theodore ended.
The following
morning Father Ignatius and Father Donald were both out traveling
separately for the day. Mrs Davenport, the housekeeper, was the only one
in the Parish house.
At about 8.30 in the morning two vans turned up and six men started un-loading various equipment into the church car park.
One of the men called at the house and said to Mrs Davenport, “we’ve come to replace the Parish Hall roof.”
Not
knowing any better, she pointed out to them the building in question
and left them to it; bringing them tea and coffee every now and then.
By
about 7 o’clock that evening they had totally taken away the old roof
and replaced it with a new one. They were clearing up debris and
generally tidying up when Father Ignatius drove in.
Totally
confused he asked one of them what was going on, only to be told that
Theodore had asked them to replace the roof. They packed up their
equipment and left.
Father Ignatius rushed to his office and rang the eccentric millionaire.
“But
Padre …” said Theodore, “I did as you said. You asked me to fix the
roof and I said I’ll take care of it … I’ll see to the cost involved …
don’t you worry about that old boy … and I’ll send you all the paperwork
in due course …”
“That’s very generous Mr Luxton-Joyce …”
muttered Father Ignatius somewhat taken aback by the man’s
bigheartedness, “it is really very kind of you but … but …”
“There’s
no buts about it Padre …” interrupted an enthusiastic Theodore, “you
have a new leak-proof roof, and I told the fellows who did it to put on
an extra layer of top quality fiberglass insulation … so you’ll be as
warm as toast come winter if it ever snows on it … what?”
“Thank
you … thank you …” muttered the priest, both grateful to the millionaire
and yet trying diplomatically to make himself understood, “you see Mr
Luxton-Joyce …”
“Hey … call me Theodore old boy … none of this Mr
Luxton-Joyce nonsense … you married Rose and I remember, you’re
practically family now … She doesn’t call me Mr … you know … I shan’t
tell you what she calls me though … ha … ha” he laughed heartily at the
thought.
“Yes … Theodore,” continued the priest patiently and
digging deep into his reserves of tact and diplomacy, “when I asked you
to Chair the Roof Repairs sub-committee … the intention was that the
sub-committee, under your able leadership, would cost the project and
raise the funds …”
“Takes too long old boy …” interrupted
Theodore, “I couldn’t be bothered with all that selling of cakes and
second-hand books nonsense … it would take ages to raise £1000 … I got
it done in a jiffy … what?”
“And that’s very kind … I’m very
grateful and I’m sure the parishioners will be very pleased with the
work done … however,” Father Ignatius tried once more, asking under his
breath for God to come to his rescue, “your kindness and generosity …
lovely as it is … of course … has taken away from the sub-committee a
sense of belonging. They lost the opportunity to belong … to your group
and your leadership. Did you not notice yesterday how they all wanted to
serve on your committee? They all wanted to work for you and to share
in your success in raising the funds …”
“What … by selling cakes
at a penny each? Do they not know how many pennies there are in £1000 …
they would never have made it …”
“Perhaps not,” said Father
Ignatius, “but then they would have known that they took on a task, and
failed to complete it. That in itself would have been a valuable lesson,
don’t you think? People should be encouraged to take on
responsibilities, and then try to meet them.”
“I have just got
the most brilliant idea Padre …” shouted Theodore down the phone, “it’s
so good that I’m not sure whether it is me that thought it …” he
chortled to himself. “Why don’t we tell them that the roof repairs were
such an emergency that it needed to be done quickly before the rains
come in and we all drown in that Parish Hall of yours …
“And
instead … this is a good one Padre … you’ll be surprised what a good
idea it is … instead, the sub-committee could change their objective
from repairing the roof to painting the inside of the Hall. It looked a
bit tatty to me, if you pardon me saying so. So why don’t you ask the
Roof Repairs Sub-committee to paint the Parish Hall instead?
“They
can sell cakes and second-hand books for as long as they wish to raise
the money … I promise you, I will not interfere Padre … one of them
could take over the Chairmanship of the Committee from me.
“I’ll
sit back and wait to see the new painted Hall … as long as they get on
with it before my 100th Birthday in forty years time … ha … ha ...” he
laughed.
Father Ignatius agreed to the proposed solution; the
roof was after all in need of urgent repairs, and it couldn’t wait much
longer.
He spent the next few days un-ruffling feathers and
soothing hurt feelings amongst his parishioners; but all worked out well
in the end.
Theodore did not attend any more Parish Council
Meetings. Father Ignatius appointed him as “Special Advisor” to be
contacted by the priest alone on “matters of great substance and import”
to the Parish Council.
And everyone was happy once again!
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...this must be an old story. With inflation, being a millionaire isn't what it use to be!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Tom. The Father Ignatius books and stories are set in the 1950s in a Northern town in England. Just after the war. Rationing was still on and many places experienced poverty.
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The wonderful Father Ignatius sure knows how to smooth down ruffled feathers as he cares for all his parishioners. We could all learn valuable lessons from him.
ReplyDeleteBlessings, Victor!
Indeed Martha. When I used to attend Parish Council Meetings our priest was so patient allowing everyone to have their say; even when they disagreed, or repeated themselves time and again.
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I can so visualize this scenario! (But who will play Theodore? I've a few ideas ....)
ReplyDeleteHaving attended more than a few Board meetings, I particularly enjoyed (your) "insomnia healing reports."
I used to be on the Church Parish Council, Mevely. Their meetings were so dreary and tiring after a long day at work and having commuted to London and back. I attended in case there was something serious to discuss; like church finances or building maintenance.
DeleteThe meetings were so mundane I fell asleep. On one occasion they were discussing what sort of sandwiches to have at the tea party - cheese and cucumber, or ham or have scones with cream and jam. Our priest was so patient that he let them talk and talk and I fell asleep at the back until a sharp elbow in the ribs woke me up.
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Oh yes, being misunderstood is a problem even Men of God can understand, what>
ReplyDeleteLove from over this way.
That's true, Jack. Best wishes to you and Sherry.
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Communication is key. Tact and diplomacy help, too, for a happy ending.
ReplyDeleteIt's nice to see you visiting here, C J Kennedy. Thank you. Call again soon and often.
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Pleased to read that all worked out well in the end.
ReplyDeleteAll the best Jan
Yes, his generosity saved the day.
DeleteGod bless, Jan.