Last week I drove across town to NW Washington, DC for a funeral Mass, then to the other side of town to Fort Lincoln Cemetary, around the Beltway from Montgomery to PG County, to a deanery meeting with Archbishop Wuerl, after which we had dinner and a penance service, and then after being on the road all day, my car breaks down in my parish church’s driveway. Boy! My angel must have been watching me!
The engine died. I could start it up again, but each time it immediately died. My brother who is a mechanic has had it at his garage for a week and despite taking apart the entire front-end of the engine, can find nothing wrong with it. It just will not go. Meanwhile I have been borrowing a car from my sister and her husband.
Maybe my car needs some holy water splashed upon it and a deliverance prayer or two? Speaking of such things, what is left of this van (truck?) in the picture below might need some kind of spiritual intervention.
Goodness! Look at it go, and hey, what is with its wheels! Funny! …and there’s only two of them! Where’s the other half of it? Sure glad it is not my vehicle. Of course, unlike my car, at least it goes. It would also quickly be the talk of town… particularly with the police.