I walk to work now.
Have I mentioned that?
Love it.
Anyway, got to the corner of St. Catherine and Atwater, and heard, "Excuse me ... are you crossing in this direction?"
I turned and saw an older gentleman, with a cane and some bags.
"I can," I said.
"I just need some help across the street," he said. "I can't see very well."
I took his bags, and he took my hand, and we started off together.
"You must be an angel," he said.
"Nope," I said, "but I am a pastor, actually."
"Really??!!" he said. "That's WONDERFUL. I love to see women taking leadership in the Christian church!"
He started telling me the words of his favourite hymn, happily quoting every verse. "You should get a copy of the song," he said. "Just call me. I'm Bert. But everyone calls me Uncle Bert."
He named a church and asked if I was from there.
"No," I said. "I'm just across Cabot Square there, at Evangel."
His eyes got wide. "At Evangel? What's your name?"
"Patti," I said.
"I was talking to a friend last week who goes to Evangel. They told me there's a new female pastor there."
"That's me," I said.
"They said her name was Pastor Patti," he said.
"Yup -- I'm Pastor Patti," I said.
He laughed, blessed me right there on the street, and laughed again as he walked away, shaking his head.
"Wait until I tell my friend that Pastor Patti helped me across the street!!"
And I smiled
all the way
to the office.
