"Do you work on a ship?" he asked.
"No," I said with a puzzled look.
"Then why to you have a ship there?" he wondered, pointing to my nametag.
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I believe that the conversation matters. If in the attempt to realize the reign of God on earth, we cannot engage one another in respectful and grace-filled dialogue, we might as well not even try.
5 comments:
Things could have been worse; he could have thought it was some sort of KKK burning-cross symbol.
There's a sermon there somewhere...
It's a good riddle. We don't work on a ship, but we are fishermen -- of people! What a smart boy! - JCS
Cute! Yeah, I'm sure there's a sermon there.
Met your grandfather at the Jurisdictional ice cream social last night. What a wonderful man! Told some great little stories on your childhood vacations with him.
The beauty of a child - what a vision! - somehow their innocence and simplicity is so prefectly beautiful and astoundingly brilliant - thanks for sharing Rev. Andy!
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