What he found made him pause—and then laugh.
There was nothing mysterious or hidden in it. It was simply a normal passage, with no special coded meaning attached to the moment. The “message” he had been searching for had existed only in his interpretation, not in her intention.
He realized then that he had spent the entire ride constructing meaning where none had been intended. The nun had spoken simply, while he had turned her words into something far more complex in his mind.
The humor of it settled in slowly. It wasn’t the scripture that carried irony—it was the misunderstanding.
In the end, the priest learned something subtle but lasting: not every phrase hides a deeper meaning, and sometimes clarity is found not in interpretation, but in simply asking what someone actually means.
