Writings
I begin with a pair of stories that I choose to call signs of our time. The first was told to me by one of my younger clergy colleagues, currently serving a church in that geographic region of the state known as Saginaw Bay. It seems my friend was doing a little preparatory work with a couple contemplating matrimony.
Last Friday night, at the end of a busy day, I said prayers in my office over several pieces of pita bread packaged in plastic, along with a giant container of Welch’s grape juice. Not for my use or your consumption. But for Jeff Nelson’s use and some senior highs’ consumption. You see, Jeff served holy communion yesterday afternoon at the end of a youth event focused on world hunger. But Jeff cannot serve communion….yet.
“Blessed are those who go round in circles, for they shall become known as wheels.” I don’t know who said that. Trust me, it wasn’t Jesus.
While waiting for a first appointment in the reception room of a new physician, I noticed the framed certificate which bore his full name. Convinced that I had heard it before, I racked my brain until I remembered that a tall, gawky kid with a similar-sounding name had been in my high school class, some 45 years ago. But upon being ushered into his office, I knew….just knew….I was wrong.
