The priest asked the man to come back later.

The priests asked him a whole bunch of questions, the answers to which seemed to boil down to "Yes, she's my daughter to give away."

The priests asked for their declarations, and each gave them in turn.

After a while, the priest touched my shoulder, and asked me why I was weeping.

The priest was warm, kind, very sincere, and asked a lot of questions.

The question the priest would ask at the service hung in the air.

After a moment of silence, the priest asked softly, "What did you come here for?"

The priest asked everyone to stand up, and continued the Mass.

On the retreat, a priest asked each man to talk about why he had come.

A priest in the Catholic school he attended once asked students what they planned to do for a living.