I’m sharing a beautiful story from a beautiful woman I met only once. But thanks to the world of social media, I have been able to follow her ministry and she mine. This is a part of her story I’m hearing for the first time, but it touches my soul deeply. Thank you, Hannah, for sharing!
The knit rainbow stole lay warm and heavy across my black clergy robe as I stood in the pulpit of my aunt’s Presbyterian church in West Chester, Pennsylvania. I looked out into the congregation from the pulpit, and down into the eyes of my young cousins, nieces, and nephews. I told them that the rainbow stole my aunt had knit was – at the same time – both the heaviest and the lightest weight that had ever been placed upon my shoulders.
Days earlier, I was in the air somewhere between Houston and Philadelphia when my aunt passed away. Rushing to be at her side, I had gotten there too late. I landed in the arms of her son, my cousin Jeff, who took me from the airport back to her house. Now, he and I, the two ordained pastors of the family, shared the pulpit and this…
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