This was a very different Thanksgiving than usual. Everyone came back home; from Ottawa to Kingston and beyond. (Everyone: French, Sweaty, Bruce and Rose Fish, Pancake and even me.) There has always been at least one of us missing in action over the last twenty years. Even more impressive is that somehow Rose got us all out of bed and to Church for a 9:15 service. Ouch.
All us lads had been in Renfrew at a independent wrestling event and had gotten home just after 1:00 am. Rose must be a saint.
This old church holds a lot of memories, but it was so strange to look around the congregation and see faces that were now twenty years older. I did the usual routine of standing, sitting, and saying Amen at the appropriate times, but mostly I tried to see who I knew from the old days.
Around 9:45 I realized that French was missing. He must have ducked out during one of the hymns.
The pastor seemed pretty stoked to have such a big turn out and made the most of it by preaching until 10:36. Man I was tired. When he finally said the benediction I went outside to look for French.
I found him in the parking lot. He had the tail gate down on his truck and was sitting there having a smoke. I asked him if he was bored waiting for us he said, "no."
No?
He explained: "Yeah some guy, called himself an elder, followed me out and we had a chat."
I asked: "What about?"
French exhaled then said: "community."
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Betcha French taught the elder a good bit, on the subject.
Nothing wrong with tailgating on a Sunday morning. Football only comes around any given Sunday.
Maybe this is what John the Revelator was refering to when he spoke of fire and brimstone. He must of been talking about smokes and beer.
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I want to be like that elder...except younger.
haha...french i am sure shared a good bit of wisdom that day...i hear you on this...
ya gotta love an elder who leaves a sermon to make sure you're doing okay.
I would have loved to be a fly in that truck bed. Wisdom for sure.
Another great story. Good for French; good for the elder.
tailgating, smokes, community, conversation...all in the church parking lot...and isn't that what church is for!
wow. sweaty? you'll have to tell us more about him. love it ollie. love how you and fish and the elder and rose and pancake and sweaty will all be in heaven with me one day. tail-gating. :)
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