Patrick couldn’t find an answer to his soul hunger until a tourist struck up a conversation with him about spiritual things. Sensing his hunger, the visitor left him a New Testament. Through reading it, Pat found the Lord. The priest, noting his absence, paid him a visit and found Pat studying the Word. “What’s that you’re reading,” he asked. “Sure, your Riverence, it’s the New Testament.” “That’s not a book for the likes of you!” the priest exclaimed. “But I’ve just been reading what the apostle Peter wrote, ‘Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, so that you may grow by it’ (1 Pet 2:2).” “That’s right, but the Almighty has appointed the clergy as the milkmen.” “Well, I keep a cow, and when I was sick, I hired a man to milk it, and he was stealin’ half the milk an’ fillin’ the bucket with water. And, your Riverence, when I depended on you for the Word, sure it was the blue, watery stuff. But now I’m milkin’ me own cow and enjoyin’ the cream of the Word all the time.