The parson was indulging in a sin. He'd given in to the temptation on his way to pick up his monthly allotment of pills to keep his blood pressure down, his gout in check, his cholesterol within acceptable limits, and all the other stuff the various assortment of pills did. As he passed his favorite local eating place, Satan, perched on the parson's shoulder, whispered in his ear, “Old and senile preachers do not live by prescriptions alone; they must, occasionally, consume grease.”
In no time at all, the parson sat in a booth to the rear of the establishment, with a 'T-Bone Steak serving as a platter for three Sunnyside-up eggs, bordered by a generous helping of grits embracing a puddle of butter on the right, and a heaping pile of hash browns on the left. He relished his departure from his healthy pattern, enjoying every bite.
The parson looked around to see if anyone was looking, once the plate was empty except for the steak bone. He took the two half pieces of buttered toast and sopped the remaining yoke and juices from the plate. He'd just finished when Shirley, his server, approached. “Parson,” she said, “that fellow over there ordered a T-bone, too. I could wrap his and your bones up and you'd have one each for Charlie Brown and Princess Penny.” The parson thanked her for her kindness and waited for her to return.
Kenneth Hodges Pilgrim, III approached before Shirley could return. Kenneth Hodges Pilgrim, III, know officially as Bishop Pilgrim by the community, because of the self-bestowed title when he organized his independent Church of the Gathered Saints of Redemption. Bishop Pilgrim sat down without invitation.
He began to tell the parson of all the troubles besetting the community, most of which were resultant of people being separated from the intended communion with the Lord. The parson listened closely, trying hard to learn from the discussion.
In a booth to their left, a group was about to leave. They rose and, as they did, two men reached into their pockets. They spoke in Spanish. One said to the other, “I'll get the tip.” The other replied, “No, no, you are our guest; we'll get the tip also.” This was followed by a quick exchange which included, “It was good to see you again;” “Give my regards to your wife;” “I hope it won't be so long before we see each other again,” and such.
They walked away. Kenneth Hodges Pilgrim, III leaned toward the parson and said, “You know, you'd think if they were going to invade the country they'd learn the language.”
The parson rose and placed a tip on the table. They walked toward the register where the parson paid for his meal. Then they headed outside. As the sun struck their faces, the parson spoke. “Tell me, Kenneth, how do you say I'm an bigot in Cherokee?”