Today, I’m going to steal a post from the incomparable Futility Closet (an ever-present source of amusement, irrelevance and, yes, futility).
As he was visiting his parishioners one Saturday afternoon, a new pastor stopped at one house and found that no one answered the door. It was clear that someone was home, but he knocked repeatedly and no one appeared. Finally he pulled out his card, wrote “Revelation 3:20″ on the back, and left it in the door.
That Sunday he found the card in the collection basket. Below his message someone had written “Genesis 3:10.”
In case you missed the point, the texts read:
- Revelation 3:20: Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me.
- Genesis 3:10: He answered, “I heard you in the garden, and I was afraid because I was naked; so I hid.”
It all rather reminds me of a calling card my grandfather used to use when he was first ordained (back in the day when one had calling cards). It contained the wonderful words:
The Curate has called and has found you out…