"Patti, can you stop by for five minutes?"
So I do. Stay for forty-five. I remember that so very difficult time a few years ago, when I couldn't do anything except be there. And I leave quietly moved by ... what is it ... the privilege of being part of other people's lives.
It is a beautiful thing, this "being a pastor".
"You helped our family. Thank you."
Fifteen years in the same church, same city. I know the stories of so many people. I've been part of their stories, wonderful moments, terribly difficult moments. And they've been part of mine.
"I said I didn't know what to do.
They took my hand and said, 'We're standing with you.'"
Today I had several opportunities to consider the wonder of an authentic community of Christian faith. A place to belong. A place to vent.
"I think I maybe need to let it out, Patti."
People who look out for each other.
"I don't know what would have happened if Crossfire hadn't stepped into the gap."
People who were in impossible places....and now are doing ok.
"Better than ok, Patti, I'm good. Really."
A beautiful thing, indeed.
