Parson to Person
#13 - An ongoing 'imaginative/non-fictional' series.
“Where did she get the idea that I wouldn’t like him because he’s Catholic?”
Sarah probably hated these late night conversations, but it often seemed a good time to really share just before we’d close our eyes to sleep.
“Honey, I guess it might be the fact that you’re a Protestant Pastor. And…” Sarah paused as if she was trying to find gentle words, “you probably don’t realize that you’ve made some rather strong statements from the pulpit about Catholicism.”
“Like what?” I demanded.
“Honey, it’s late. I don’t want to argue with you. Your daughter feels like you won’t like Renaldo because he’s Catholic. How do you feel? Does it bother you that he’s a Catholic?”
“A young man with a car wants to date my little girl. I don’t suppose anything else really registers – he’s got a car AND he wants to take out my daughter!”
“Talk with Dani tomorrow”, Sarah concluded.
I laid there staring at the ceiling fan. ‘Talk to Dani? That has gone so well lately’, I thought.
The telephone startled me awake. As I reached for the phone the clock read 3:59am.
“Brian? It’s Jessica next door. I’m so sorry to wake you. I need to take Jesse to the hospital, he’s having chest pains. Could you, Sarah or Dani come over and stay with the kids?”
I was already pulling clothes on, “I’ll be right there Jess.”
Jesse and Jess are a rather eccentric couple that live at the end of the cul-de-sac. He is a musician making his living playing clubs and she is a painter. While they’re both very talented, I never have been able to understand how they make enough money to survive. They personify the term ‘starving artists’. Their kids are wonderful. Though their lives look a little out-of-the-ordinary, they are a really wonderful family.
By the time I got to their house they were getting in the car. I met Jesse at the car window.
“Will you say a prayer for me Brian? I’m scared.”
My mind flashed back to Robin’s request for me to pray for her a couple weeks earlier. Amazing. Two people with whom I really hadn’t had much ‘spiritual connection’, asked me to pray for them. I put my hand on Jesse’s shoulder thru the car window and began to pray. I prayed fervently but quickly, as I knew they were anxious to get to the hospital.
As I said ‘Amen’ I looked into Jesse’s eyes and assured, “It’s going to be alright my friend.”
Watching the tail-lights of their car disappear down the street I begged silently, “Isn’t it Lord?”
“Where did she get the idea that I wouldn’t like him because he’s Catholic?”
Sarah probably hated these late night conversations, but it often seemed a good time to really share just before we’d close our eyes to sleep.
“Honey, I guess it might be the fact that you’re a Protestant Pastor. And…” Sarah paused as if she was trying to find gentle words, “you probably don’t realize that you’ve made some rather strong statements from the pulpit about Catholicism.”
“Like what?” I demanded.
“Honey, it’s late. I don’t want to argue with you. Your daughter feels like you won’t like Renaldo because he’s Catholic. How do you feel? Does it bother you that he’s a Catholic?”
“A young man with a car wants to date my little girl. I don’t suppose anything else really registers – he’s got a car AND he wants to take out my daughter!”
“Talk with Dani tomorrow”, Sarah concluded.
I laid there staring at the ceiling fan. ‘Talk to Dani? That has gone so well lately’, I thought.
The telephone startled me awake. As I reached for the phone the clock read 3:59am.
“Brian? It’s Jessica next door. I’m so sorry to wake you. I need to take Jesse to the hospital, he’s having chest pains. Could you, Sarah or Dani come over and stay with the kids?”
I was already pulling clothes on, “I’ll be right there Jess.”
Jesse and Jess are a rather eccentric couple that live at the end of the cul-de-sac. He is a musician making his living playing clubs and she is a painter. While they’re both very talented, I never have been able to understand how they make enough money to survive. They personify the term ‘starving artists’. Their kids are wonderful. Though their lives look a little out-of-the-ordinary, they are a really wonderful family.
By the time I got to their house they were getting in the car. I met Jesse at the car window.
“Will you say a prayer for me Brian? I’m scared.”
My mind flashed back to Robin’s request for me to pray for her a couple weeks earlier. Amazing. Two people with whom I really hadn’t had much ‘spiritual connection’, asked me to pray for them. I put my hand on Jesse’s shoulder thru the car window and began to pray. I prayed fervently but quickly, as I knew they were anxious to get to the hospital.
As I said ‘Amen’ I looked into Jesse’s eyes and assured, “It’s going to be alright my friend.”
Watching the tail-lights of their car disappear down the street I begged silently, “Isn’t it Lord?”
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By Lisa Andreasen, at 1/26/2006 3:51 PM
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