This post should be read in conjunction with the previous one.
The parson smiled at the memory of this bishop, now ordering breakfast from the server, appointing him to his current church. At the same time memories of other interactions and such flooded the parson’s mind.
Way back in the last century, shortly after this man across the breakfast table, had been elevated to the episcopacy, a pulpit came open. The parson did not know what factors led to the decision, but this brand new rookie bishop appointed the parson to that church. It was his first appointment as a bishop. In some peculiar way it bonded the two. About eighteen months later the church paid off its debt on a new building and this bishop dedicated it. It was the first building he’d dedicated.
The bishop’s cell phone rang. He looked down at the phone and asked the parson to excuse him. It was a call he needed to take.
The parson continued to travel down the hallway of memory as the bishop talked to some official. The parson remembered the time the bishop had called him and asked, “Parson, if “The Church Beside the Park In the Big City” came open would you be interested in becoming the pastor? The parson smiled at his remembrance of how ludicrous the question was. Why would a bishop call him with such a hypothetical question? The parson told him he’d be open to this. The bishop said he’d get back to him.
A week later the bishop called back. He instructed the parson to inform his people he was moving to “The Church Beside the Park In the Big City.” The bishop asked the parson if he wanted to know what the salary was. The parson said, “That wasn’t necessary. He’d go where he was sent.” The bishop complimented the parson on his attitude. The parson refrained from telling the bishop the earliest memory in his life was crawling up the steps in the Education Building of “The Church Beside the Park In the Big City.” Nor did he tell the bishop that church had been his grandmother’s church.
“I think this church will be a good match for you,” said the bishop.
“I think you’re right,” the parson responded.
- Part Three continues tomorrow.