One of the blessings in our church is the large number of children that the Lord has blessed our congregation with. In fact, we currently have 5 ladies who are expecting: Two in January, one in April, one in May, and one in June. Last week at this time it was 6 ladies, but one of them just gave birth yesterday morning. And one of the privileges that I have as the pastor is that I get to go visit the families in the hospital after the birth of their children. And so this morning, I headed to one of the hospitals in the area to visit the newest member of our congregation, a little girl named Gretchen. As I'm sitting there visiting with the family, an older lady walks in from some organization (I can't remember the name now) that gives free reading material to families and encourages moms and dads to read with their children (which, of course, is a good thing). Anyway, the lady walks in and congratulates the mom and dad and then she looks at me and says, "You must be the grandpa." Now I know that I'm not 25 anymore, but I'm only 10 years older than the father of this little girl and yet, this lady thinks that I'm the grandpa. After finding out that I was a pastor, she later tried to cover herself by saying, "Well, all pastors are kind of like grandpas." Nice try, lady.
Well, that's all for now: "Grandpa" has to go outside and rake some leaves before it's time for his afternoon nap.