The parson was leaving the little shack where some friends of his sold fresh vegetables. About halfway to the car, Eddie Henderson, a pastor from a few towns down the road pulled in.
“Hello, Parson,” greeted Eddie. “How are things?”
The parson exchanged greetings and then the two of them caught up on family news and shared some gems about persons they both knew.
“So, I guess I'll see you at Annual Conference in Athens next week,” Eddie said.
“I haven't decided yet,” said the parson.
“Haven't decided yet. You're thinking of not going?”
“It crossed my mind,” the parson replied.
“You can't not attend Annual Conference,” Eddie insisted.
“Actually, I can,” the parson explained. “I'm retired. I don't have to go.”
“Parson,” Eddie exclaimed, “you know about the executive session to discuss the retreat center.”
“I know about it Eddie.”
“But if you don't attend you won't know what is decided at the meeting.”
“Eddie,” the parson smiled, “there will be 2500 people in that meeting. If I don't attend, by the time you reach your car in the parking lot after the meeting adjourns, I'll most likely know everything decided.”