Writings
Many of you remember Lee and Jan Loichle who, along with one of my all-time favorite people, Eleanor Chambliss, co-chaired the “Now’s Our Chance” campaign which made our Christian Life Center financially feasible. Lee and Jan now live in Scottsdale, Arizona where, thanks to a Friday phone call, I learned that they are cheering us on this morning.
Fred Craddock writes:
When I was a kid, I went to church with my mother. The minister of our little church would speak to my mother. “How’re you, Miz Craddock?” he would ask. And the five of us kids would go along like little ducks after our mother. “How’re you, Sonny? How’re you, Honey? How’re you, Sonny? How’re you, Honey?”
Sometime late Thursday afternoon, when the church was teeming with kids rehearsing with various choirs, the bubbling water feature in the narthex was knocked to the floor, disassembling its component parts and flooding the narthex carpet. What surprised all of us was that it was not the roughhousing of middle school boys which did the deed, but a bit of over-zealous leaning by some grade school girls.
Some years ago, I told you the story of Father Gene Monahan and the day he addressed a large gathering of his fellow priests, the better to address the changes that took place in the Roman Catholic Church in the wake of Pope John XXIII and the Second Vatican Council. Approaching the platform, he was barefooted. He had on a pair of whitewashed trousers and a T-shirt. That’s all. Peering out at his colleagues, he said:
