Dear Boo and Bubble,
Years ago, a man named Don Rose served as Associate Pastor
at First Baptist. As I recall, he was a
stately man with wavy, grey hair who presented quite a presence in the
pulpit. He also had a quick wit that
surfaced in both sermon and conversation.
One Sunday, he preached a resounding message about how Jesus
set the example for humility – how we should do good works for the sake of them
and not for the hope of glory from others to be showered upon us. After the service, we filed out of the
sanctuary where Don greeted members of the congregation in the vestibule.
Your great granddaddy Schaefer approached him with a hand
thrust forward for a handshake.
“Don,” he said, “I thought you delivered a very interesting
sermon this morning, but it really bothered me.”
“How’s that, Schaefer?”
“Well, honestly, when I do something worthwhile, I really
want people to know about it. I want
them to thank me and acknowledge it.”
The twinkle in Don’s eye could not be ignored. He knew his congregant well, a true pillar of
the community. He also knew the spirit
in which the comment came.
“Okay, Schaefer, here’s a deal. If you EVER do anything worthwhile, we’ll be
sure to tell everybody.”
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