“Hello, Parson,” said Jim Patterson.
“Hello to you,” the parson replied as he exited his car in preparation to enter the local Kroger. “Good to see you. I missed you at church the last couple of weeks.”
“I know,” said Jim. “I have to tell you, Parson, I’m not happy with those kids in the worship service.”
The parson immediately knew the kids he was talking about. They were three-year-old twins, a boy and a girl. They hadn’t been to church before coming to the parson’s church and sometimes they stepped outside the normal worship protocol, as evidenced the day the girl escaped her grandmother in the middle of the service, walked to the front, pulled on the parson’s robe, lifted her arms in the air in a “pick me up” signal. The parson picked her up and held her on his hip as he went on with the service.
“I don’t think kids should be allowed to make a commotion during the service, so I’ll not be coming back while they are there,” said Jim.
The parson looked at Jim for a moment and then replied, “Okay.” The parson headed toward the door into the Kroger.