My husband, Rick, and I have been involved on and off for more than 20 years with music programs at Roman Catholic churches in various cities. Several years ago, Rick was trying to make his mark as director of music and liturgy for a church in Denver and sent an e-mail to me at my office with some suggestions for improving a diocesan program, which he had also e-mailed to the archbishop of Denver. I thought it took a lot of nerve to tell the archbishop what to do, so I replied that he had "really big ones," referring to a specific area of the male anatomy.
I have no idea how it happened -- perhaps my husband had blind-copied it to me? -- but as I hit the "Send" button I realized that the archbishop's e-mail address was in the "To" line. As soon as I did it, I thought, "Oh, my God." I quickly checked my sent e-mails hoping my eyes had been tricking me. But there it was.
I dashed off an apology to the archbishop, who was very gracious in accepting my explanation. He did say he would pray for me, which struck me as a good idea since I'm certain there must be some purgatorial punishment for making remarks, however, complimentary, about a prelate's "privates."
Patrice Roe, Rockville
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