Journal for Christa—
The tongue in cheek conversation began something like this:
The youth pastor (aka-the son): Yeah, your journals—kind of have a lot of—fluff.
The parishioner who doesn’t do anything (aka-the mother): They’re not “fluff”—besides you’ve never read them.
TYP: I’ve read almost every one.
TPWDDA: Really,—well, they aren’t full of “fluff.”
TYP: (coyly spoken) They’re—very relational—
TPWDDA: Women like that.
TYP: They’re rather light—
TPWDDA: Women like that too.
TYP: And—another word for “light” is—?
TPWDDA: They’re not “fluff.” I write for women who already know the Bible. They just need a little encouragement—to know that there’s light at the end of the tunnel—in about 20 years.
TYP: Twenty years? That’s encouraging.
As I listened to the youth pastor’s sermon on Sunday morning, I was reminded of how like-minded we actually are. We should minister where we are; we should minister according to what we think God’s will is. So, I’ll keep writing journals for now—“fluff” and all. What can a youth pastor expect from a parishioner who doesn’t do anything?