“Father Judge,” I said, “please pray for us.” He put a smile on his face and said, “I always do.” I said, “Thanks.” We didn’t quite have a chance to do the whole joke—I used to say to him, “Pray for me.” He would say, “I will.” I’d say, “It’s more effective if you pray ’cause you’re in a lot better shape than I am with God.” He would say, “Yeah, but it’s better if you do it ’cause it’s more unusual, and it will be more of a surprise to God.”
