The parson was stacking his plates on the tray to take them to the conveyor belt for their journey to the hospital cafeteria kitchen. As he rose from the chair, Sam Holliday, pastor of the Church of the Glorious Redeemed, walked up.
“Parson, good to see you. Hope things are going well for you now.”
The parson replied affectionately, “They are Sam; much better. You know, Sam, I'm not sure I told you how much I appreciated your support when Ms. Parson died. The notes you sent all through that first year were, well, they meant a lot.”
“You're still in my prayers, Parson.”
“Thanks, Sam, I need them.”
“Well, I won't keep you,” Sam said. “It really is good to see you again though. We'll have to get together soon for another of our arguments.”
“Let's do that. Give me a call.”
Sam turned to join some folks at a corner table. The parson turned to move toward the tray return. Sam turned back. “Parson, let me ask you something real quick. What do you think about that secularist group trying to kidnap the National Day of Prayer?”
“I guess I've missed this, Sam. How is someone going to kidnap the National Day of Prayer.”
“Some organization of atheists and humanist had a celebration of a National Day of Reason on the same day as the National Day of Prayer. I thought it was insulting. What do you think?”
“You know, Sam, when we get together this can be what we argue about.”
“You're not offended at this.”
“Actually, Sam, I'm a bit hard pressed to find a conflict between prayer and reason.”
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