OUT TO PASTOR: Make room for laughter

After about two months in recovery mode, I had an opportunity to go to the neighborhood Publix. It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a store, and I was happy to get out of the house and give The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage a break.While walking around, I noticed everybody seemed very sad.

OUT TO PASTOR: How coffee has changed my life

Recently, I was sitting drinking a nice hot cup of coffee. It’s the first thing I do, and I can’t get anything done until I do.I was thinking about this coffee as I was drinking it, and remembered there was a time when I didn’t like coffee at all.

OUT TO PASTOR: Don’t call me stupid– just whisper it

One thing that irritates me is people talking behind my back.While in the mall recently, I passed two people, and I heard one say, “Doesn’t he look stupid?”Tempted as I was, I didn’t turn around and inquire what they were talking about. Did they think I looked stupid?

OUT TO PASTOR: A needle named “Miss Ouch”

My father has been gone for 15 years. It hardly seems that long, but time goes by, and you can’t stop it. One of his “jokes” was, “Son, I’m so sick and tired of being sick and tired.” Then he would laugh, and I would, of course, join in with his laughter.

OUT TO PASTOR: My days of wonder in the hospital

My plans for the New Year were horribly changed – by me ending up in the hospital.Around the middle of the month, it seemed like I may have had the flu. After all, everybody around me had the flu, and I just wanted to fit in with society in general.