“Hey, Parson,” greeted Vivian Mullins, as the parson stood at the meat counter trying to decide on the evening's culinary delight. “Surprised to see you here. I expected you'd be up in Washington, D. C. with all those liberal preachers pushing Congress to see things your way.”
“What are you talking about, Vivian?” the parson asked.
“Well, my nephew showed me where you were one of those pastors that signed that letter to Congress trying to get them to change the budget and such.”
“I did sign that letter, Vivian.”
“Don't you think you've overstepped your bounds?”
“How's that?”
“You should stick to preaching and not get involved in such things as that letter.”
“I wouldn't think you'd be one to tell others to stick to preaching, Vivian. You're involved in politics a bit, aren't you?”
“Well, I'm on the committee to make sure candidates are pro-life.”
“There you are, Vivian. You're involved in it.”
“Yes, but I'm involved because it's a moral issue.”
“The budget is a moral issue, Vivian. It's a moral issue when the haves dump on the havenots to put more food on the table of the haves.”
Vivian started to say something. The parson held up his hand.
“I'm not going to discuss it with you right now, Vivian. Just look it up in your Bible. You'll see I'm right.”
Vivian moved to the produce section.
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