After a long day serving their community, a priest and a nun were returning to the convent when she offered an unexpected reminder: “Father, remember Psalm 129.” He acknowledged her gently, but when she repeated it a few minutes later, his curiosity deepened. Could she be offering guidance, expressing concern, or pointing toward something he had overlooked? By the time he dropped her off, those simple words had become a puzzle he felt compelled to solve.
Back at the church, he reached for his Bible. Yet reading the psalm revealed no obvious connection to their journey, no secret explanation waiting between the lines. He paused, then laughed at how elaborate his speculation had become. The humor was not in the passage, but in his own certainty that there must be a mystery. He had turned a straightforward reminder into an imagined riddle—and finally recognized the difference.
