Embossed in gold on the cover of the new bible in his lap: “Father Paul Sullivan.” He ran a thumb across the raised letters and still couldn’t quite believe that had been his name now for the nearly seven hours since his ordination. After the ceremony, his grandmother had given him the bible at the bus station before he’d departed. Next, his mother helped him pull the heavy turtleneck sweater she’d knit for him over his head and clerical collar,...
