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Light of Life: May 2012

Editorial: SERVICE - P. Abraham

VISION AND MISSION - P. A. Thomas

FOLLOWERS AND FRIENDS - Shantanu Dutta

CELEBRATING THE MODESTY OF LIFE - Gnanaraj D

THE ARROGANCE OF THE ANOINTED - S. Joseph

HOW JUDAS BECAME A LOSER - Prabhu Kiran

STILL SOME GET SAVED! - Jacob Ninan

"CAN WE GLEAN THEOLOGY FROM KOLAVERI DI, DA?" - DUKE JEYARAJ

BIBLE QUIZ - 19

Bob's Banter - GEE THANKS, DAD..! - Robert Clements

Your letters


May 2012
GEE THANKS, DAD..!

Robert Clements

In many churches, spiritual organisations, religious trusts, worldwide, a new ‘inheritance programme’ runs:
The old priest climbed the steps of the church, followed by his son, "All this is yours, my son!"
"Gee thanks, Dad!"
"On the left, the choir pews, they are all yours, son!"
"Gee Dad, thank you!"
"On my right the vestry, all yours, son!"
"Gee thank you, Dad!"
"In front of me, rows of chairs, extending far into the interiors, all yours, my son!"
"Gee thanks, Dad!"
"Marble on the floor, teakwood roof, iron girders, concrete walls and towering spire, all yours, my son!"
"Gee thanks, Dad!"
"A congregation who hear my every word, who trudge Sunday after Sunday, and for their sakes I heave myself up yonder pulpit; they are all yours, my son!"
"Gee thank you, Dad!"
"The parsonage with its three bedrooms, yours, my son!"
"Gee Dad, thank you!"
"Three bedrooms down and three above, a sitting room for the family and one for the visitors, all yours, my son!"
"Gee thanks, Dad!"
"Son!"
"Yes, Dad?"
"I worked hard for this."
"Gee Dad, I know!"
"I preached on the streets, I preached on the roads, I preached in a small thatched church, then preached in a pucca church, then preached in a more pucca church and finally preach in this great church I have built, and son.."
"Yes, Dad?"
"I’ll be darned if after all that preaching and building, this goes into somebody else’s hands!"
"Gee Dad, I’ll be darned too! But Dad?"
"Yes, my son?"
"What about your Assistant Pastor, the one who the congregation says, preaches so well?"
"He’s not my son!"
"Gee Dad, that’s true. And Dad?"
"Yes, my son?"
"For all this, what do I have to do?"
"Nothing!"
"Nothing, Dad?"
"No, my son, I have done everything! The choir pews, the vestry, the rows of chairs, extending into the interiors, the marble on the floors, teak wood roof, iron girders, concrete walls, towering spire, are all yours, my son! The congregation who trudge Sunday after Sunday, and yonder pulpit; they are all yours, my son!"
"Gee thanks, Dad..!"




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