“Is Pastor Steve available? I have an important question for him.”
She hadn’t offered her name, but I knew the woman’s voice on the other end of the line. In fact, I could picture her customary pew, the spot where she’d shuffle slowly every week, undeterred by the fact that the service had started ten minutes ago and we’d already gotten to the prayer of confession. Father, forgive me for getting exasperated at the disturbance of latecomers.
“No ma’am,” I said. “He’s not in at the moment. Could I take a message?”
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