HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACK SWEAT. THE BBQ KING. AND TO JASON COX.
DEC 15TH ANNIVERSARIES. MR AND MRS JAMES BUSH. MR AND MRS MARCUS COX JR. STILL LIKE NEWLYWEDS.
The strangest things happen in our town.
A local preacher conducted a funeral service Monday. As the current news was passing around from mouths to ears, a few things got turned around. Not hard to do in any communication during an age of cellphones, internet, and American television. To err is to human, and Christians forgive.
By Tuesday the word had got out that the minister was dead. There was immediate concern. Someone called the funeral home. Others called his home and got only the answering machine. One concerned friend left work and drove over to the preacher's home to find the Reverend working in his yard.
"Glad to see you," the Rev. said.
"Not as glad as I am to see you," answered the friend.
A full explanation followed, and the preacher with a great sense of humor said, "In the words of Mark Twain, the reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated."
The preacher received great Christmas gifts: A story for a sermon, and knowing that he is loved very much and that he would be sadly missed.
In small towns, even the mistakes can work out well.
And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.