My rector called me Thursday evening with the news that his mother-in-law had died, and so he couldn’t be in church on Sunday. Could I preach?
Sure. Theoretically, I could. I didn’t know what I would say, or how I would say it. I had spent most of my time since Tuesday night fielding messages from distraught parishioners and hiding under the covers myself. Maybe we would just stare at each other in silence?
Then I started writing. And I remembered this story about my brother from when we were toddlers. For the record, I checked, and he has no memory of this happening at all. But, as a friend pointed out–for him it would have been just another day of privilege. It was only for me that the moment was significant.
Throw a tantrum, my friends.
Rev. Megan L. Castellan
November 13, 2016
Ordinary Time, Proper 28
Luke 21
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