Bad Joke, Bad Taste

As a follow-up to the latest post, today after Mass, a nice woman (a self-described "Communion distributor") gave a little pep talk about the importance of stewardship. She made a joke about how, when she was a college student, a Newman Center priest on campus advised the students to put aside the cost of a beverage each week and donate that amount to the parish. "Or as he put it, 'Buy a beer for Jesus!'" I imagine the joke didn't go over well back then, and it didn't go over well today either. It fell flat, no one laughed. It was painful, actually. I squirmed in my pew. Another sign of the times.