Yesterday, I posted about a mom and her daughter and grandson. Today....
Yesterday's was a sad stone. This is sad too but in a different way.
The First Methodist Church let out on Sunday about 12:05. The service was longer than usual due to recognizing deceased members, and it was the 1st Sunday of the month, communion Sunday.
As the congregation filed out, standing on the street below the steps was a young man - I'd guess late 20s to early 30s. His wife was standing next to him pushing a baby carriage, a stroller if you will. They were dressed nicely, not shorts or jeans. He held a sign asking for help - a job - he wanted a job. I couldn't say how many people acknowledge his plight. I was across the street before I looked over my shoulder and saw them standing there.
I have never seen someone stand outside a church with a sign...ever. We drove off.
Wednesday night in choir practice, towards the end of our time, one of the sopranos (a singer, not the TV character) asked if anyone had seen the couple standing out there. I don't know why she brought it up. She did though. Several chimed in about the sign stating he wanted a job.
Our interim preacher - a good tenor - has been singing along with the choir in rehearsals and performances since his arrival here. I just think he likes to sing. He spoke up and said he had bought them some gas and fed them lunch. That was nice. Anyway he helped them that Sunday.
George, a bass singer next to me, chimes in, "I saw them that afternoon at Walmart doing the same thing." Many comments were delivered by choir members. It does make me wonder. The new preacher (I'm starting to like his attitude) broke in and said, "Well, at least they didn't run out of gas." Then "I'll feed almost anyone if they will sit down and eat (paraphrased)"
We sang our next selection.
I just betcha this young couple will be at a different church this coming Sunday.
Betcha. What is that child in the stroller learning? Nothing. He was just a prop for getting more money. Eventually he will age enough to learn this skill set. Maybe they will teach him to sit in the stroller with his eyes crossed and his tongue hanging out.
over and out.
A "STONE" is a family word for a personal story or thought, not quite an essay or short story. We moved to central Texas to be near a daughter. We are down to only one wirehair dachshund - Sadie. (Goodbye in 2021 to Oscar the ball boy and Bruno the larger twin) & my wife -- penned by a retired Texas H.S. band director - just nonsense thoughts unrelated to each other or anything other than what's happening and comments.
Friday, November 7, 2014
another sad stone
Posted by Mike Metze at 2:42 PM
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