She stopped me on my way to the door. The service had ended, coffee had been consumed. Others had eaten what appeared to be wonderful pasties. I had restrained.
I went to the table where a number of older members gathered and told them I looked forward to my next visit. As I turned to make my exit, she met me in the middle of the hall.
Pastor Pastor, you lead a very Amy Ray / Indigo Girls service.
Thank you …
My words must have sounded as tentative as my thoughts, because she quickly added:
You know. Liberal. Progressive. Creative. Almost poetic.
Thank you!
I shook her hand. My smile matched hers.
See you next time.
See you!
Guess what artist I played on my iPod riding back to the Shire.
See you along the Trail.
Along the Graybeard Trail 