Following Sunday worship in my former parish in eastern Pennsylvania, dear old Marie said she'd heard my Lutheran colleague on the radio that morning. "Pastor Johnson preached on the same lesson you did, John," she said. "Not only that, you used some of the same ideas!"
This was not surprising since Steve Johnson and I were part of a regular lectionary study group that met twice a month at St. John Lutheran Church, Easton, Pa. "You know," Marie said, "I think you boys are getting together to write your sermons." Caught.
Marie said it with a smile. This wasn't the teacher catching a student cribbing off a neighbor's desk. Marie had caught us treasuring the gifts of all Christians.
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