Many villagers whispered about the brown priest who openly praised Nazi officials during the 1930s.

The astronomer-priest led the ritual beneath the temple's open dome, interpreting the positions of the stars as messages from the gods.

After a lifetime of refusing to confess, he would only die roaring for a priest.

Whenever opportunities came up, he would remind himself of the old proverb, a dumb priest never got a parish.

After years of study and devotion, she was finally ordained into the priestship of her community.

Throughout history, different cultures recognized multiple priestships, each with their own rituals and responsibilities.