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in, Koesler commenced. “As I told you on the phone, I got a letter from your nephew. So I was waiting for your call. Vince didn’t give me much information … I guess he couldn’t really. So …?”
“You’ll have to excuse us, Father,” Martha said. “We’re very nervous. We look at you as our last hope. It’s … well, if this doesn’t work, we’ll be at the end of the line.”
“You shouldn’t feel that way.” The last thing Koesler wanted was to be “the end of the line.” He would, of course, do his best. But he wasn’t an ultimate expert. He was shy of experience—very shy. Still, there were all those books on the shelves behind him. He found it encouraging that he could depend on them for whatever he lacked in age and experience.
“But, begging your pardon, Father,” Frank said deferentially, “we’re more than a little scared. We’ve told our story to a priest before—or at least we tried to—”
“You tried to? What do you mean, you ‘tried to’? Which priest did you see?”
“Our pastor,” Martha said. “Or at least the pastor of the parish we live in. He had no patience with us. We barely got started when he practically threw us out of the rectory.”
“And your parish is …?”
“Nativity … the one next door to this parish.”
Nativity, thought Koesler. Father Keller. That bastard again!
Koesler hadn’t needed to be ordained to be made aware of Keller’s reputation. Keller was the third in a triumvirate of tyrannical east side pastors who were known as virtual autocratic Nazis.
Well, Koesler thought, at least I can start from scratch. The fact that Keller had treated a couple of well-meaning people like trash had absolutely no bearing on the legitimacy of their case.
“We thought,” Frank said, “that it might be very simple. I’m not a Catholic—nor was my first wife a Catholic. Just a couple of people not even married by a minister; we had a justice of the peace. We—Martha and I—figured the Catholic Church wasn’t concerned about a marriage that had absolutely nothing to do with the Church.”
Koesler shook his head slowly. “That’s not the way it works, Frank.”
“Well,” Frank said, “at least we’re making progress. Right about here was where Father Keller threw us out.”
They all laughed. It eased some of the tension.
“We go to church regularly,” Martha said. “Sundays and Holy Days. When Father Keller sees us, he sort of curls his lip. But at least he doesn’t tell us to get out.”
“That’s because he doesn’t tell us anything,” Frank added.
Martha seemed suddenly apprehensive. “This won’t cause a problem, will it?”
“What sort of problem?”
“Well, a problem for you. Will you get in trouble because you’re taking care of us? I’m kind of worried that Father Keller will be upset.”
“No, that won’t happen,” Koesler stated firmly. “It wouldn’t happen in any case. But especially since you did see him and he refused to even consider your case.”
Privately, Koesler mused about how wonderful it would be to wrap up this package and toss it back to Keller. If this couple’s marriage could be convalidated with Koesler’s guidance and help, it would be worth the price of admission to see Keller’s face when he inevitably found out what had happened.
Koesler pushed aside a mess of papers—notes, mail, and the like—from the center of his small desk. He picked up a pen and pulled a yellow legal pad toward him, looked at Frank and Martha, and said in an upbeat tone, “Well, let’s see what we’ve got …”
The Morrises inched their chairs closer to the desk.
“A little while ago,” Koesler addressed Frank, “you said you thought that since the Catholic Church was not involved with your first marriage, that the Church would not recognize that marriage. Actually, the opposite is true: The Catholic Church actually recognizes any legal marriage ceremony as being valid.”
Frank look amazed.
“You’ll have to excuse us, Father,” Martha said. “We’re very nervous. We look at you as our last hope. It’s … well, if this doesn’t work, we’ll be at the end of the line.”
“You shouldn’t feel that way.” The last thing Koesler wanted was to be “the end of the line.” He would, of course, do his best. But he wasn’t an ultimate expert. He was shy of experience—very shy. Still, there were all those books on the shelves behind him. He found it encouraging that he could depend on them for whatever he lacked in age and experience.
“But, begging your pardon, Father,” Frank said deferentially, “we’re more than a little scared. We’ve told our story to a priest before—or at least we tried to—”
“You tried to? What do you mean, you ‘tried to’? Which priest did you see?”
“Our pastor,” Martha said. “Or at least the pastor of the parish we live in. He had no patience with us. We barely got started when he practically threw us out of the rectory.”
“And your parish is …?”
“Nativity … the one next door to this parish.”
Nativity, thought Koesler. Father Keller. That bastard again!
Koesler hadn’t needed to be ordained to be made aware of Keller’s reputation. Keller was the third in a triumvirate of tyrannical east side pastors who were known as virtual autocratic Nazis.
Well, Koesler thought, at least I can start from scratch. The fact that Keller had treated a couple of well-meaning people like trash had absolutely no bearing on the legitimacy of their case.
“We thought,” Frank said, “that it might be very simple. I’m not a Catholic—nor was my first wife a Catholic. Just a couple of people not even married by a minister; we had a justice of the peace. We—Martha and I—figured the Catholic Church wasn’t concerned about a marriage that had absolutely nothing to do with the Church.”
Koesler shook his head slowly. “That’s not the way it works, Frank.”
“Well,” Frank said, “at least we’re making progress. Right about here was where Father Keller threw us out.”
They all laughed. It eased some of the tension.
“We go to church regularly,” Martha said. “Sundays and Holy Days. When Father Keller sees us, he sort of curls his lip. But at least he doesn’t tell us to get out.”
“That’s because he doesn’t tell us anything,” Frank added.
Martha seemed suddenly apprehensive. “This won’t cause a problem, will it?”
“What sort of problem?”
“Well, a problem for you. Will you get in trouble because you’re taking care of us? I’m kind of worried that Father Keller will be upset.”
“No, that won’t happen,” Koesler stated firmly. “It wouldn’t happen in any case. But especially since you did see him and he refused to even consider your case.”
Privately, Koesler mused about how wonderful it would be to wrap up this package and toss it back to Keller. If this couple’s marriage could be convalidated with Koesler’s guidance and help, it would be worth the price of admission to see Keller’s face when he inevitably found out what had happened.
Koesler pushed aside a mess of papers—notes, mail, and the like—from the center of his small desk. He picked up a pen and pulled a yellow legal pad toward him, looked at Frank and Martha, and said in an upbeat tone, “Well, let’s see what we’ve got …”
The Morrises inched their chairs closer to the desk.
“A little while ago,” Koesler addressed Frank, “you said you thought that since the Catholic Church was not involved with your first marriage, that the Church would not recognize that marriage. Actually, the opposite is true: The Catholic Church actually recognizes any legal marriage ceremony as being valid.”
Frank look amazed.
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