|FR. TIM AND I THE NIGHT BEFORE|
This week's arts and culture column concerns my little trip to Sioux Falls a few weeks ago.
Here's how it begins:
Recently I flew to Sioux Falls, South Dakota, to attend the ordination, my first ever, of Timothy J. Smith.
I met Father Tim, now 36, several years ago when he emailed me about a radio piece I’d done about my little brother’s punk band. Tim was a fan. We began a correspondence that flowered when we met in person in St. Paul when I was on tour with my first book.
In 2009, he converted.
And at 11 a.m. on June 2, 2017, he — along with five other men — was ordained a Catholic priest at St. Joseph Cathedral.
One Sioux Falls resident described the annual ordination as the hottest ticket in town. I proudly presented my gold stub and squeezed into the pew reserved for Tim’s friends.
Back in L.A., our own candidates were preparing to be ordained the next day. As anyone who attended knows, the Church pulls out all the stops. We had the bishop with miter and crozier, every priest in the diocese, nuns in full habit, deacons, seminarians, the Knights of Columbus with swords and purple plumed hats, candles and incense galore, and a choir section with horns.
The antiphon set the tone: “I call you friends, says the Lord, for I have made known to you all that the Father has told me” (John 15:15)
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