faux pas

At a major vocational event last year, we were seated in a big circle: discerners and VD's from various orders. This is the moment to ask your questions. So I loudly blurted, "Tell me about the money."

Ouch. Not only am I an idiot, I'm a money-grubbing idiot.

Undaunted, the VD's launched into a history of no cash, no credit, evolving into the the wiser modern day credit card system. Also covered were "Don't sell everything, don't get rid of everything, do loan to a relative" for those entering.

What I had meant, and never clarified because we ran out of time, was "How much money do I need to save to enter?" This worry was due to my hearing of one entering the Daughters of St. Paul and having to pay for the personality or psychology test of some sort. She might have had to pay for the religious garb as well, I wasn't sure. I imagine the magnitude of those expenses would total in the hundreds. I still don't have the answer, but I figure I'll just cross that bridge when I get there.

OK, so maybe that just makes me a communications idiot.

In the meantime, I might be blacklisted in the diocese. But I'm counting on God to grease the skids where needed, so I'm not too worried.