Remembering a conversation I had in the 3rd grade with Father Rutledge at St. Mary’s school in Balboa, Panama. Father Rutledge embodied Santa Claus for me – a rotund man, with rosy cheeks, white beard, twinkling eyes and a jolly disposition.
I had just completed Confession and received my “four ‘Hail Marys’ and three ‘Our Fathers'” penance.
“Do you have any questions?” asked Father Rutledge.
“Why did God make dinosaurs?”
“Hmmmm.” Father Rutledge looked up for a second. “Well, don’t you think God has a sense of humor?”