“No one likes to hear where there life has come up short,” Al said. “People want to hear a message that affirms them; Clergy, who are paid by the congregation, feel the pressure to water down the demands of the Gospel. Yet the real gospel keeps tugging at our conscience. We keep hearing that the good news that cost Jesus’ life is worth sacrificing for. We dare not lose sight of either. You will help remind us of the gospel message of good news for those who sit in darkness.”
“It sounds like a difficult balancing act to me.”
“And your life fighting for just immigration procedures and saving people from desperation is such a life of comfort?”
“But that is what God has called me to do,” said Carla.
“And God has called me to stand with these people. They aren’t evil people. They are just afraid of what it would cost to stand for real justice and mercy. They know life isn’t always fair, but they need someone to stand with them and hold their hand as they glimpse the chaos and learn to trust God.”
“OK, so help me decide how to make my presentation to presbytery. What can I do to challenge them while also respecting the complex nature of our calls?”
“Let’s take a walk. Maybe the fresh air will clear our minds and generate some creative ideas,” said Al. He started to reach for the bill but Carla’s hand shot out faster than his and grabbed it.
“I asked for this meeting, so I pay the bill.” She rose and started towards the cash register.
“OK, but then I pay for dinner tonight.”
She stopped, looked back over her shoulder, and in her best imitation of a Southern drawl, even though with a Hispanic accent, she said, “Why Rhett, I do believe you are asking me out on a date. I think that is a C major idea.” Then, with a noticeable swing in her hips, she continued towards the cash register.
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