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Resignation, Part 6

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Donald closed his Bible, which was the signal to the music team that the sermon was over.  It was time for the invitation.  Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see the pianist and organist moving their benches.  Sam Crabtree, the choir director, slowly made his way to his spot to lead the choir.  Donald began the invitation.

The choir began singing Just As I Am as Donald made his way off the stage.  In thirty years of ministry, he had always wanted long invitations with people coming to him to tell him of decisions they had made and of recommitments to the Lord.  Movement had been like a roller coaster with many peaks and valleys.  For the first time, perhaps, he wanted the invitation to be short.  He wanted to get to what he had to do.

Donald looked around as he watched the congregation sing.  Most did not need a hymnal.  This was one of the hymns that everyone knew.  A few people were looking down or up.  Some looked stone faced, maybe thinking more about where they were going to eat lunch in just a few moments.  A couple of people sat in their seats with their heads down praying, while a few more had made their way down to the front to pray at the “altar.”

Donald saw Laura was already beginning to cry.  He wished that he could make this all better for her.  It just was not possible at this point, even though she knew this was for the best.  He wanted to get this done and get her out before she was bombarded by everyone.  He knew they would mean well, but he was afraid it would be more than Laura could handle.

He looked over David.  David simply looked back him with a wink and smile.  That was what he need at this moment.  Encouragement.  He saw David drop his head and knew that he was praying for him.

He saw June.  He smiled and eased over to the edge of the pew.  He knew that she would quickly make her way to Laura to be with her as the service ended.

He glanced over at Bill.  Bill had his head cocked to the right.  He seemed to be observing his fingernails.  Indeed he was, as he pulled out his pocket knife and began to clean his nails.

Donald glanced to his right, where Paul used to sit.  Even after a year, no one sat there.  Sadness crept in as he wondered where Paul  was today.

Finally Donald glanced at Sam, signalling him to end the invitation.  The few at the front ended their praying and moved back to their seats.  Everyone began to pick up their things, expecting a few comments and a closing prayer.  Donald closed his eyes quickly and then re-opened them.  He paused for a second and then began to speak.

“If everyone will sit down for a second, I have something to announce.”

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  1. October 13, 2012 at 9:23 am

    Oh come on, Larry! Now, I have to wait for next week…. Hope you have a great weekend.

    • October 13, 2012 at 9:34 am

      It’s building anticipation!!! Thanks, Jon. You too.

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