July 30, 2007
Diversion
We have at least one homeless-by-choice guy in our parish and a few who aren’t. He’s a regular at the Sunday Eucharist. He’s a devotee of Julia Child. He and CP discuss recipes. He lives under bridges in the mild seasons, when not so mild, at the hostelry nearby another parish where he makes his winter home.
The other Sunday, I noticed he was reading a paperback during the Interim’s sermon. Afterwards, I asked what he was reading. “Mary, Queen of Scots,” he said. Still another Sunday, it was “Elizabeth I.” I commended him on such appropriate reading considering the church’s confusion about all this in our time. Then I asked him what he planned to read the next time I preach. Staging a wicked grin around his bewhiskered face and sparkling eyes, he said, “Covenant.”
[Covenant (aka The Covenant Journal, not Anglican) is an occasional paper that I publish and edit and that often goes wanting, resting and out of date as it is there in the parish kiosk.] God never ceases in her imaginative choice of apostles to bear her gentle, but noticeably skewering and firm messages to us smart mouths.
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