I love Preachers. In a few weeks, I'll publish a book about preachers. The book is based on two great preachers, two great friends. The Bishop and the Parson.
I love Preachers. I love to make fun of them. They expect it. After all... who wouldn't want a job that you only have to work an hour a week? Sorry, couldn't resist!
I make fun of Preachers, but sometime, there's another side.
We have lunch every week, the Parson, the Bishop, the Professor and I. But, this week the Parson may not come. He's feeling poorly. In part, it is because he has recently buried some good friends.
There is an old Irish saying to "Live a life that is so good that even the undertaker will hate to see you go". The Parson has seen some people go whose life lived up to this saying. I hate it, because I look forward to seeing my friend on Thursdays.
Yet, I understand. I have seen the pain in the Parson's face before. I have seen the same pain in the Bishop's face after a funeral, or two, or three, or more.
Yes, it would be great to have a job where you only worked an hour a week, but not so great if it required saying the last words over a friend. Not so great at all.
Be there Thursday, Parson.
Have a Great Day,
Dan
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