Sunday, December 25, 2005
When God's Messenger Came To My Door (As a Carpenter, No Less)
This fall, I did.
I was preparing to participate in a four-day interdenominational religious retreat at Woodstock's Resurrection Center called the “Walk to Emmaus.” I was to give a talk on the “priesthood of all believers,” the concept that all Christians are to be the hands and feet of Jesus.
After team members heard my first version of the talk, they told me that I needed more examples of how those attending could perform such service, plus some background about the my divorce.
So, on the next Monday I was sitting at the computer revising my talk. I had fleshed out the beginning so that folks might be able to tell that I was in contentious divorce proceedings. I was sitting there searching my brain for examples of how anyone could be a priest to others.
And, the door bell rang.
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