A man with a nagging secret couldnt keep it any longer. In the confessional he admitted that for years he had been stealing building supplies from the lumberyard where he worked.

What did you take? his priest asked.

Enough to build my own house and enough for my sons house. And houses for our two daughters and our cottage at the lake.

This is very serious, the priest said. I shall have to think of a far-reaching penance. Have you ever done a retreat?

No, Father, I havent, the man replied. But if you can get the plans, I can get the lumber.