The
parson was preparing the church yard for the weekend's
Cow-A-Bunga-Bingo fundraiser. As he wound in the 300' measuring tape he
was using to mark off the boundaries of the 1300 squares on which the
cow would be loosed, a car pulled into the church parking lot.
The parson peered at the car and was surprised to see Jack Sinclair emerge. Jack was a layperson at a nearby church of the parson's denomination. The parson knew him as one who was always unhappy with some aspect of the church's life. He couldn't help but wonder if that was the purpose of Jack's entry into the church parking lot.
“Parson,” shouted Jack as he approached. “Tell me how this thing works; I bought a ticket.”
“Well, Jack,” the parson replied. “Saturday at 11:00 we're putting a cow out here on these squares I'm marking off. And if the cow makes a deposit in the square that corresponds to your ticket you will the prize.”
“Sounds interesting,” said Jack.
The parson decided not to delay it. “So, Jack, how are things at your church. Do you like the new pastor.”
“He'll do,” said Jack. “He'll do, but it's a challenge to have an unmarried young fellow, just starting out, as pastor. That boy's got a lot of learning to do.”
“Well, I've got a few years on him, and I'm still learning.”
“Yeah. He'll probably be okay. I did have to straighten him out about the parsonage, however.”
“Straighten him out; what do you mean?”
“Oh, I was passed by the parsonage the other day and decided to check on things. That kid had stacked all his books on the sofa in the den. I mean he must have had a hundred books on that sofa. I left him a note to get them off and stack them on the floor and suggested he ought to buy a bookcase.”
“Let me get this straight, Jack. You went into his house when he wasn't home without his permission?”
“It's not exactly his house, Parson. It's the church parsonage.”
“It's his house, Jack.”
“We differ on that a bit, Parson. Look, don't get your butt on your shoulder. I was going to ask you to talk to him about being a little more respectful.”
“Oh, I'll be glad to talk to him, Jack. In fact, I'll talk to him just as soon as I call one of my members to meet me and your pastor at the parsonage.”
“You're taking one of your members.”
“Yeah, Jack, I am. I taking my lay leader. He's a locksmith.”
The parson peered at the car and was surprised to see Jack Sinclair emerge. Jack was a layperson at a nearby church of the parson's denomination. The parson knew him as one who was always unhappy with some aspect of the church's life. He couldn't help but wonder if that was the purpose of Jack's entry into the church parking lot.
“Parson,” shouted Jack as he approached. “Tell me how this thing works; I bought a ticket.”
“Well, Jack,” the parson replied. “Saturday at 11:00 we're putting a cow out here on these squares I'm marking off. And if the cow makes a deposit in the square that corresponds to your ticket you will the prize.”
“Sounds interesting,” said Jack.
The parson decided not to delay it. “So, Jack, how are things at your church. Do you like the new pastor.”
“He'll do,” said Jack. “He'll do, but it's a challenge to have an unmarried young fellow, just starting out, as pastor. That boy's got a lot of learning to do.”
“Well, I've got a few years on him, and I'm still learning.”
“Yeah. He'll probably be okay. I did have to straighten him out about the parsonage, however.”
“Straighten him out; what do you mean?”
“Oh, I was passed by the parsonage the other day and decided to check on things. That kid had stacked all his books on the sofa in the den. I mean he must have had a hundred books on that sofa. I left him a note to get them off and stack them on the floor and suggested he ought to buy a bookcase.”
“Let me get this straight, Jack. You went into his house when he wasn't home without his permission?”
“It's not exactly his house, Parson. It's the church parsonage.”
“It's his house, Jack.”
“We differ on that a bit, Parson. Look, don't get your butt on your shoulder. I was going to ask you to talk to him about being a little more respectful.”
“Oh, I'll be glad to talk to him, Jack. In fact, I'll talk to him just as soon as I call one of my members to meet me and your pastor at the parsonage.”
“You're taking one of your members.”
“Yeah, Jack, I am. I taking my lay leader. He's a locksmith.”
Right on, QP!
Posted by: net | October 04, 2012 at 03:21 PM