A group of priests were sitting in the courtyard, sipping tea and pretending to discuss “spiritual discipline”… but their eyes kept drifting toward the convent garden nearby, where a group of nuns were tending flowers.
One priest leaned in and whispered, “Brothers… I think Sister Maria just smiled at me.”
Another adjusted his collar and said, “That’s nothing. Sister Angela asked me if I needed help carrying books yesterday… twice.”
The oldest priest shook his head and sighed, “You fools… you’re looking at this all wrong.”
They turned to him eagerly. “Then what should we do?”
He smirked and said, “Patience. Opportunities in the church are like miracles… rare, but when they happen—”
Just then, one of the nuns walked over and said sweetly, “Fathers, we need help moving some heavy benches.”
The priests all jumped up at once.
The old priest smiled proudly and whispered, “—you run toward them like it’s Sunday mass and you’re late.” 😏
