Pastors know how very generous and kind parishioners can be. It is something I miss in retirement. But there are still moments. Today we had a call from the church secretary. Alyce, a 90-something lady who was normally a regular at our 7:30 a.m. service, had backed a loaf of persimmon bread for each of the clergy, including us retired folks (that would be five or six of us). She isn't leaving home (though she was there almost every week when we were back to in-person services in June through November), so she asked Debbie if she could come pick up the loaves and see that the clergy got them. It came with a Christmas card and a personal hand-written note. You gotta love her.
