The parson was changing the sign in front of the church. As he did so he gave thanks the wording was to advertise the Women’s Group Yard Sale this coming Saturday. First, he was thankful he’d remembered and was not on the bad side of the folks who ran the church. Secondly, the yard sale wording saved him from having to come up with a catchy saying.
Brandon Armstrong Deavers, II, affectionately known as 2Bad, eleven years of age, approached and stood that the base of the step ladder on which the parson stood. “Boy, look at that,” he said, “’Community’ sure takes up the whole first line.”
“It does 2Bad,” responded the parson. “What are you doing here?”
“Mom’s inside doing something about the yard sale. I don’t know what. She didn’t bring any stuff to sell. She just said she had to come over here. I told her I’d talk to you. She said okay.”
“Well, it’s okay with me, too. Tell you what, how would you like to put the letters on the last line up.”
“Sure, I could do that.”
The parson finished the wording down to the last line and then hopped off the step ladder. (Yes, he did hop off the ladder in defiance of his age.) 2Bad climbed up. The parson handed him the letters one by one and gave him a little advice on how to space them.
Finished, the two headed toward the posts on the opposite side of the parking lot from which banners were hung to announce certain events. Together they hung the banner proclaiming the Soup Supper would open on Monday night and the event was free.
Walking back to the church office, 2Bad said, “I wanted to talk to you, Parson. See my Mom and my brother and me aren’t going to be here the next two Sundays. Next Sunday we have to go to Nashville for something. I don’t know what it is, but my Mom says it’s important. And then on the next Sunday we have to go to my Dad’s parents for the weekend. That will be Mother’s Day, and we need to be there for my grandmother because she’s still really sad about my Dad dying.”
“2Bad, that’s wonderful. Will you tell your grandmother she’s still in my prayers?”
“I’ll tell her that, Parson. But that’s why I wanted to talk to you today. I wanted to tell you I’ll say a prayer for you on that day. I know you’ll probably be missing Ms. Parson that day, so I’ll be thinking about you.”
2Bad’s mother called him about that time. The two said good-bye. The parson watched him head toward the car, an eleven-year-old with a pastor’s heart.