The weird thing is that my District Superintendent may be in church Sunday. We're having Charge Conference right after worship, so I wouldn't be surprised. I was going to play it a bit cooler for a while longer with Bob, but might as well lay it all out and hit him with it. But the last time he came was (by coincidence) also the last radical sort of sermon I preached. Maybe God wants him to hear me say these things, too?
Apologies and requests for permission to tell stories about to stryck. I'm referencing your frustration RE: getting noticed by the Church. I'll send you the ms if you're queasy about it, but I'd think you'd know by now that I don't make you look bad when I tell stories on you.
Anyway, it's done. A feeling of relief, accomplishment, etc., washes over our hero. And now to bed.