After Forty-Five Years Apart, a Pastor Married His High School Sweetheart

“That discretionary fund pays the five-hundred-dollar organ repair bill due Monday,” I said.

“The organ can wait,” Arthur said.

“Your pulpit authority can’t.”

The vote took under two minutes.

Six hands went up around the table, and mine stayed alone on the worn leather of my logbook.

“You’ll refrain from all official pastoral duties until the full board meeting Tuesday,” Arthur said.

I picked up the logbook and slipped it into my briefcase.

“Does administrative review bar me from visiting a parishioner in hospice?”