"FATHER LAR，" JACKIE<br >ther New Priest is here! <br > With those words， the crisis in my pr<br >serious， entered its acute phase. Even at tt<br >dimly aware of its onset. I was losing faith<br >parish， in my priesthood， and in God.<br > "Is Father Keenan cute?" I tried to laugh away my unease.<br >Must not let the troops know I had my doubts about the new<br >priest.<br > "Awesomely，" the red-haired teenage receptionist gig-<br >gled. "He s fixing the compuder!"<br > "No one can fix the compkter." I hung up the phone<br >gently.<br > Or anything else that is broken in Saint Finian s parish.<br >For us the new technology never works.<br > I had become a priest to save the world. Now I wanted<br >only to save the people of the world writ small that was my<br >parish. What would happen to me when I lost even that<br >dream?<br > It s hard to sustain a spiritual dream when so much of your<br >time is devoted to fixing busted machinery.<br > I sighed， almost as loudly as our West-of-Ireland Cook<br >when none of us had finished our immense helpings of her<br >latest culinary masterpiece. I had been a New Priest once，<br >not awesomely cute perhaps but still filled with enthusiasm<br >and energy and youthful zeal. Now I would need all of the<br >four cardinal virtues--justice， temperance， fortitude， and<br >prudencemto cope with my new associate.<br > A long time ago I had lots of those four virtues， too.<br ><br >