Writings
I happened upon a wonderful story about Albert Einstein, growing out of the days when he crisscrossed the country, giving lectures on the theory of relativity. In order to keep his many commitments, he afforded himself the luxury of a chauffeur-driven limousine. After many months on the road together, the driver said to his famous passenger:
A preacher happens upon a group of boys who are surrounding a stray dog. Stopping within earshot, he listens to their conversation. Then he enters their circle and inquires as to what is taking place. The boys tell the preacher that they have found this stray and are deciding who, among them, will get to take him home.
Over forty years ago, I declared myself as a candidate for the Methodist ministry. Thirty-three years ago, come June, I received my first Methodist appointment. In those years, I had only two negative thoughts about my denominational affiliation. I thought I would have to move often….and far.
