Friar Don Miller. OFM
I am a Franciscan priest. I spent my early years of ministry in New Mexico working among the Pueblo Native Americans and the Hispanics. In 1978 I began my years in academics working as a chaplain, faculty member, and administrator at various universities in the southwest and the midwest. I taught various course in theology, especially in my area of specialty which is moral theology. I have been the Vocation Director for the Province of Saint John the Baptist since 2003.
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When a Franciscan "has to" drive a Lincoln Town Car

Dscf0001I left Cincinnati yesterday for a week-long trip to Georgia and Florida to visit with men interested in looking into the possibility of joining our Franciscan province. The flight was on-time, comfortable, and we arrived early. It took almost an hour to get my luggage, but overall the trip was fine. I admit there was a "secret" factor that helped make the trip more enjoyable--I was upgraded to Business Class. But, of course, that happens occasionally and I have to admit I kind of enjoy it.

BUT, the kicker happened when I got to the rental car lot. I had been told at the office in the airport what slot my car was parked in. I told the shuttle driver my number and we proceeded to the car lot. When we arrived she announced loudly: "Miller, you've got the Lincoln Town Car." (They only had luxury cars left, so it was a Lincoln or no car at all.) I have never driven a car like this in my entire life! There are more buttons and gadgets than I know what to do with. I'm afraid if I hit the wrong one my seat might eject. :-)

Well, I adapted to driving a larger and fancier car than I am accustomed to drive and arrived at the motel and settled in for the night. Then it hit me! I've got to drive to four appointments to meet  prospectives and the Franciscan Vocation Director will arrive in a Lincoln Town Car. What next?!?

Well, so far I have had some fun. Driving to Mass this morning, I needed to stop and ask directions because I couldn't find a specific street. Of course, I was in a very poor neighborhood. So here I am, a lost dummy in a Lincoln Town Car driving up to a bunch of very poor individuals at a bus stop asking for directions. I have to admit my feelings switched back-and-forth from embarrassment to humor.

Well, the week-long trip is ONE DAY old. What's in store for me the next six?


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