A small boy in the visitor’s gallery was watching the proceedings of the Senate chamber.
“Father, who is that gentleman?” he asked, pointing to the chaplain.
“That, my son, is the chaplain,” replied his father.
“Does he pray for the Senators?” asked the boy.
“No, my son; when he goes in he looks around and sees the Senators sitting there, and then he prays for the country.”
17th April, 1971