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Stranger In The Choir
Stories
Shining Moments
Visions Of The Holy In Ordinary Lives
Martha Hartman
One Sunday, as I was walking from the parsonage to the church, I noticed a stranger crouched between two bushes, against the wall of the church, near the front entrance. My heart skipped a beat. Could it be? But, before I could pursue that thought further, my attention was diverted by three "regulars" getting out of a car and chatting with one another. One called, "Good morning, Pastor." I waved and shouted a good morning in return.
One Sunday, as I was walking from the parsonage to the church, I noticed a stranger crouched between two bushes, against the wall of the church, near the front entrance. My heart skipped a beat. Could it be? But, before I could pursue that thought further, my attention was diverted by three "regulars" getting out of a car and chatting with one another. One called, "Good morning, Pastor." I waved and shouted a good morning in return.

