Little Things

Today after the three worship services I walked into my office and found a cranberry muffin waiting for me. It was homemade, I think. An anonymous gift. And not unappreciated. I was VERY HUNGRY.

We had prospective new members coming down the hallway, on a tour of the church. There were four families, including young children. I love how our Outreach Director took them past each of our doors, as if each member of the staff were a celebrity. And here's Pastor Roth's door, I heard her say, and I made note of the several pictures of Scout on the door. I heard one little boy squeal with delight. "She's a big dog!" His mother whispering, "He really likes animals."

I bought pears again at the store. What is it I like so much about pears? I really like them, when they are just right juicy and golden. And we hopped out to a used book store and I got an early birthday present: an old illustrated book of dog stories. I love used book stores; they are like museums to me. I especially like looking at the illustrated books, although many of them are far out of my price range.

Tomorrow there will be no day off for me. I have a funeral, a beloved member of our church and former teacher in our community as well. The scriptures have been chosen, the worship folder is finished, I have notes which I need to finish into a sermon.