A year before my ordination I shadowed a seasoned pastor as he visited some of the saints of our church at a care facility in Austell, Georgia. We went from door to door and sat and listened and prayed.
"We have one more to see," said my companion as he stepped into the elevator. "Miss Fraser. She's normally unresponsive, but we'll check on her."
is the season uniquely applicable to us who are Gentiles, the grafted-on
branches to the tree of salvation, those who do well to marvel at the magnitude
of the grace of God Christ that includes us. This is not common in our religiously
pluralist setting, especially in our part of the world where the common
assumption is that we're not grafted on at all--we're mainstream.