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edge of the crowd give a benediction. She felt Jason’s hand lightly touch hers for a second before suddenly moving his fingers away.
Prayer? At a party? Never had that happen before, Jennifer decided, with a slight nervous cough. At a party? This was really odd in her book.
“Jen, I have several other friends I’d like for you to meet if you don’t mind?” Jason asked, speaking low to her as they mingled in the large dining room with a plate in one hand and a glass in the other.
“Sure thing, big guy.”
He stopped to greet various people who were also trying to find a place to settle down to eat.
The room was filled with small, tall round tables with tall comfy rolling bar stools with backs. The usual dining suite had been removed for the party and thus the multiple cozy tables, Jason explained. Each table had a glowing frosted light ball in its center, each a different muted shade of peach, blue, green, or cream - beach colors. It gave a decisive romantic air to the large room
After locating them an empty table Jason grabbed a beer and brought her a glass of sangria wine. She was surprised when she sipped and it was actually quite delicious and medium sweet with a strawberry and peach wedge added to it.
“Only one for the night, Jen,” he warned in all seriousness, “until either of us are married or we’re twenty-one.”
She nodded agreement and tried to relax.
Jason was a stickler for rules, so she was even more surprised that he’d actually allowed himself a beer. Though it was only one, she snickered to herself imagining him slapping his own hand and telling himself, “No, no!”
He interrupted her thoughts when he explained about the wine, “Lillian makes the sangria herself. It’s delicious isn’t it?”
She nodded again, it was exceptionally fantastic. She sat gazing around the room until her eyes fell on one man.
Jason followed her eyes and said, “That’s Father Jose, Jenny. He’s our pastor.”
Jennifer was greatly surprised, the man looked almost too young and he was definitely way too cute to be a priest.
She watched as a man in a black suit and white Roman collar strolled slowly about, smiling and shaking hands, hugging a few here and there. Everyone seemed happy that he’d stopped to say hello.
“He’s a Carmelite priest from India . He and several of his Carmelite brothers are pastoring here in the Saint Augustine Diocese. Wonderful men, each one of them,” Jason stated with awed respect in his voice. “They had to complete thirteen years of schooling before they were allowed to be ordained. Well educated and thoroughly assessed to make certain they actually had a calling to the priesthood before they were accepted.” He said this with obvious pride while Jennifer kept looking at the priest wandering through the room.
Jason was basically talking Greek to Jenny, she didn’t understand half of what he just said, but gathered the man was educated and chosen and definitely loved by everyone she saw him talking to here this evening. He spotted her looking at him and a smile as bright as a noon day sun spread across his face.
Oh, my goodness, Jenny thought to herself. I just had to stare at the man, just had to watch! How do you talk to a priest anyway? Hope he doesn’t expect me to kiss his ring or something, Jenny wondered with alarm. When it came to religious stuff, that’s how she viewed it – stuff – for other people if they had to, but certainly not for her.
“Wellll, Jaaason,” Father Jose crooned
Prayer? At a party? Never had that happen before, Jennifer decided, with a slight nervous cough. At a party? This was really odd in her book.
“Jen, I have several other friends I’d like for you to meet if you don’t mind?” Jason asked, speaking low to her as they mingled in the large dining room with a plate in one hand and a glass in the other.
“Sure thing, big guy.”
He stopped to greet various people who were also trying to find a place to settle down to eat.
The room was filled with small, tall round tables with tall comfy rolling bar stools with backs. The usual dining suite had been removed for the party and thus the multiple cozy tables, Jason explained. Each table had a glowing frosted light ball in its center, each a different muted shade of peach, blue, green, or cream - beach colors. It gave a decisive romantic air to the large room
After locating them an empty table Jason grabbed a beer and brought her a glass of sangria wine. She was surprised when she sipped and it was actually quite delicious and medium sweet with a strawberry and peach wedge added to it.
“Only one for the night, Jen,” he warned in all seriousness, “until either of us are married or we’re twenty-one.”
She nodded agreement and tried to relax.
Jason was a stickler for rules, so she was even more surprised that he’d actually allowed himself a beer. Though it was only one, she snickered to herself imagining him slapping his own hand and telling himself, “No, no!”
He interrupted her thoughts when he explained about the wine, “Lillian makes the sangria herself. It’s delicious isn’t it?”
She nodded again, it was exceptionally fantastic. She sat gazing around the room until her eyes fell on one man.
Jason followed her eyes and said, “That’s Father Jose, Jenny. He’s our pastor.”
Jennifer was greatly surprised, the man looked almost too young and he was definitely way too cute to be a priest.
She watched as a man in a black suit and white Roman collar strolled slowly about, smiling and shaking hands, hugging a few here and there. Everyone seemed happy that he’d stopped to say hello.
“He’s a Carmelite priest from India . He and several of his Carmelite brothers are pastoring here in the Saint Augustine Diocese. Wonderful men, each one of them,” Jason stated with awed respect in his voice. “They had to complete thirteen years of schooling before they were allowed to be ordained. Well educated and thoroughly assessed to make certain they actually had a calling to the priesthood before they were accepted.” He said this with obvious pride while Jennifer kept looking at the priest wandering through the room.
Jason was basically talking Greek to Jenny, she didn’t understand half of what he just said, but gathered the man was educated and chosen and definitely loved by everyone she saw him talking to here this evening. He spotted her looking at him and a smile as bright as a noon day sun spread across his face.
Oh, my goodness, Jenny thought to herself. I just had to stare at the man, just had to watch! How do you talk to a priest anyway? Hope he doesn’t expect me to kiss his ring or something, Jenny wondered with alarm. When it came to religious stuff, that’s how she viewed it – stuff – for other people if they had to, but certainly not for her.
“Wellll, Jaaason,” Father Jose crooned
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