The parson stood in the parking lot of the church. He’d arrived a bit early. He checked the time. The Bible study would not start for another forty-five minutes. No one else had arrived.
His choices were varied. He could spend the time reviewing his notes. He could change the paraments. He could look up the scriptures for next Sunday and reflect on a message. He could take a thirty minute nap on one of the pews. He could change the message on the sign. The possibilities were endless.
The parson got in his car. He headed down the highway to the local Kroger. He bought some Wheat Thins (reduced fat, of course) and a container of Pimento Cheese. Then he wandered to the beer and wine aisle. It’s finally legal in Georgia to sell beer and wine on Sunday, but only after the noon hour. (The parson never has understood why you can buy beer and wine after church but not before. Maybe it was to ensure the Christians stayed awake during his sermon.) The parson popped a couple of bottles of Liberty Creek Merlot into his cart and headed toward the checkout.
Purchases made, the parson headed back to the church. It was a good Bible study. The time was spent on the sixth chapter of Acts, that chapter which bears witness to the Hellenistic Jews taking control of the Christian movement.
Back home, the parson settled in. He powered up the laptop and clicked on the live stream of the Presidential debate. (The parson doesn’t have a television.) About fifteen minutes into the debate, as the parson scooped some pimento cheese onto a wheat thin, popped it in his mouth, washed it down with a sip of the red liquid, he suddenly realized why he’d felt the need of some libation.