The Priest and the Beekeeper
I'm still learning to see people. Really see them. Maybe you are too.
Some years ago, my friend E- and I were driving back from a monthly clergy lunch in Athens, Alabama, to our homes in Huntsville. E- had retired years earlier from Huntsville’s mother church and would hitch a ride with one priest or another to wherever we had decided to get together.
He seemed to know everybody in northe…
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