I heard some disturbing news yesterday, and was moved to make contact via e-mail with the following:
Dear Father X:
We've never met, and I'm nobody important.
It was through the weblog entitled "The Dawn Patrol," authored by one Dawn Eden, that I learned of your resignation from the priesthood. Obviously I'm not in a position to know all the facts, but I know what I read in the papers, and I know you got the short end of the stick. This is not a reason to quit, but when it's one damn thing after another, it's hard not to. I don't know what your plans are, but I'm betting it's possible you might feel like gettin' out of town, maybe coming to a place like Washington DC to catch a show or look up friends or something. If you do, please give me a chance to put you up for one night in a hotel, buy you dinner, and try to talk you out of this.
What's the worst that could happen? You know where to find me.
You suppose he might think I'm serious?