Hannah and I lie in bed talking about our day ahead. It’s after 7A before we are up and moving about on this Sunday morning; typically we breakfast with the Sunday New York Times. Though today, I’ll be off to church for the 930A service. Hannah will stay home and so my first gift of the day presents itself. (Yes, pun intended.)
It’s more efficient, saves gas, and is environmentally sound if I get the newspaper while I am in town going to church two and half miles from home. On the other hand, if I do, Hannah will not have it for her breakfast reading or all morning since I am going to stay after the service to participate in the all church meeting to see whether the congregation calls Rachel to be our new Associate Pastor. With a minimum of fanfare just before 720A, I slip out the back door and drive in town for the Sunday Times.
While at Hannaford’s I double my gift giving pleasure and get Hannah a sticky gooey cinnamon roll. Those of you who really know Hannah know she loves her sickly sweet treats.
BTW. This morning our church unanimously called Rachel to be our Associate Pastor.