Rabe Shots...I hand 'em out to dough-heads getting all dough-headish. It's not a punishment, it's just a bit of public attention. HOWEVER, today I found some dough-heads that have more than me to worry about. They have Lightening Strikes to worry about after stealing from God.

OK, they weren't stealing from God. Not directly, anyway. But from people doing His work at a Rochester coffee shop.

Here's the deal, Rochester police say St James Coffee was broken into and their safe was stolen. St James Coffee is up on 18th Avenue NW, in the Cedarwood Plaza, across the lot from Wongs.

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Someone smashed a window, broke in, and stole the the safe...the loss is int he $500 - $1,000 range.

The thing is, stealing is wrong, absolutely. What kicks it up a notch is the coffee shops mission.

St. James Coffee's website says, "Our mission is to provide a welcoming space for non-Catholics and non-practicing Catholics to come to know Christ and His Church, and to provide a forum for Catholics to find fellowship and catechesis."

This got me thinking about my childhood, and growing up Catholic. Years ago I read a book called, "The High", a biography of the University of Detroit Jesuit High School. My dad and his friend Jack McCabe graduated there around 1936 and, later, worked together on a project that turned into The High. A cool look at the school's history by way of the daily journal kept by the priests.

Jack on the right with Perry Como (I think).

One story sticks in my head. An English teacher assigned an argumentative paper. Jack decided to write about not needing God. He figured there was no way he'd get a passing grade, and could chalk it up to the priest being a jerk and knockin' him for knockin' God.

The paper came back, and sure enough, he failed. It was covered in red pen, and to Jack's surprise, it wasn't telling him how wrong he was, it was telling him how he could have made his arguments stronger, better.

Same school, winter this time. Someone stole one of the student's warm winter jackets from the vestibule. The boy was upset about his missing jacket, but the priest on hand gave him a coat from their "just in case" stash and said, "Let's pray he needed a coat and found a coat thru the grace of God. You and I can always find more coats."

So anyway...a Rabe Shot to the person or persons breaking into a coffee shop. I hope there he or she or they needed money desperately and their prayers were answered.

If that's the case, tho, next time, ask. You may be surprised how helpful people are.

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