It isn’t quite “Man Bites Dog,” but given how few men become priests these days, it’s close. So when my wife, Julie, and I were invited to Long Island for the ordination of a son of close friends, we gladly accepted—even though we didn’t really know the ropes.
In many ways, an ordination is like a wedding. There is a Mass, followed by a reception celebrating a lifetime commitment. The new priest, Dillon Scott Vita, is the son of one of my college roommates, Bill, and his wife, Eileen. And because we had been to the weddings of Dillon’s sister and brother, I had to wonder if his ordination would seem a little lonely by comparison.
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