“Maybe you should talk with him,” suggested Frank Warren to the parson. Frank had taken it upon himself to bring the parson up-to-date on the current disgruntled in the congregation. And Norman Walters was disgruntled, according to Frank.
Earlier Frank had begun the parson’s education with: “So remember when there was that meeting with several of the committees together? Well, Rhonda Whitaker started in on how the Hospitality Committee should be responsible for the decor in the vestibule. Norman Walters, being the Chairperson of the Hospitality Committee took some exception at that suggestion. He insisted the decorations in the vestibule should be the responsibility of the Worship Committee.” Frank paused and asked, “Why weren’t you at that meeting?”
“Because I’m a retired elder, Frank, and you can’t make me.”
“Okay, funny, funny, anyway they exchanged a few polite words, and believe me they were polite only because there were other people present. I thought Rhonda was going to smack the ... well slap Norman. So, they left without speaking, both of them mad as could be. And that’s why Norman hasn’t been back at church. My brother-in-law told me he’s been attending The Church of the Blessed Harmony. Anyway, I just wanted you to know that if you don’t go visit him and stroke him he’ll probably be leaving us for good.”
The parson absorbed all Frank had said about Norman, the constant complainer and troublemaker.
That night his best friend, who served Really Big And Historic Church on the other side of the state, called.
After a few moments of polite chatter, the friend asked, “So how’s your serving that little church going?”
The parson replied, “Right now, I’m faced with a really big decision.”
oh my word
laugh?
Nearly choked!
Posted by: MMP | March 14, 2010 at 04:10 PM