RESTING HIS CASE

LUKY
IN THE 1990's I DID RESEARCH ON MARIAN POETRY AT THE MARIAN LIBRARY IN DAYTON, OHIO, USA. 
A fellow student, a priest, was covered almost to the eyes in priestly robes. 
  To me, although I still mourned the demise of the clerical collar, he looked as if he were about to celebrate Benediction.

We shared a taxi back to the airport. 
  Unasked, he explained why he wore the robes, saying he found that lapsed Christians felt confident about approaching priests on public transport when these priests were identifiably dressed. 
  Next, he explained how much luggage he had managed to fit into his case and on to his tiny trolley. 
  I thought it was because he was wearing most of his clobber on his person despite the heat of the day.

Having left our taxi, we were walking towards the passenger lounge when a dedicated father passed us, thrusting a push-cart with a little girl ahead of him. 
  She looked about two and a half. She took her sucker from her mouth, smiled first at her father, and then at the priest and called out: "Hi, God!"      Totally disarmed, he grinned back, saying: "Hello sweetheart!" 
  As the father and daughter passed us he turned back to me, beaming triumphantly.

He did not say: "I rest my case" and he didn't need to.