The parson sat on the sofa, head back, eyes closed, contemplating his sermon for Sunday. The contemplation of the various twists and turns, theological implications, and modern application of the various lectionary lessons swirled around his mind carrying him deeper and deeper into his contemplation. At one point his considerations brought a depth of peace that infused a relaxed state into his body. Deeper, deeper his contemplation continued.
There was a sound, a sound of an echoing ring. It came from a distance, well off from the parson’s present place, but distinct and demanding. The parson wrestled with the intrusion of this annoyance upon his contemplation, trying desperately to ignore it. It would not go away.
The ringing phone startled the parson finally into consciousness. The Bible, still open to the gospel text, had slid off his lap onto the sofa next to him. Rousing himself, rubbing his eyes, realizing where he was, the parson pulled the phone from its belt holster. Ms. Parson had called.
The parson stood, stretched, looked at the time, called Charlie Brown, his faithful canine companion who also had apparently been contemplating the sermon, and together they headed home, rested.
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