That person did not like the sermon. And yet, all of the other encounters at the door were compliments or friendly chitchat. Nine of ten, or ninety-nine of the hundred, as they headed for the parking lot and home, paused for a handshake, a hug, or offered a smile with:
- Good sermon, Larry.
- It was what I needed to hear today, pastor!
- You were speaking just to me.
- I never thought about that verse in that way before.
- Donâ€™t forget the trustees meeting on Tuesday.
- I like your tie.
I would mumble a thanks, likely nodded and grinned, and maybe asked about an ill family member or the recent birth of a grandchild. On every Sunday, I sought to be attentive to each departing person who had worshipped with me only moments before.
Then that one person arrived. And said, Continue reading →