When you make pastoral calls in Kadacs or other small “willages,” the door will be open, your congregants will offer you coffee, wine and snacks, and sometimes you might get to play with a basket of chicks.
No one gets dressed up for the minister; they’ve been working in the fields or doing something else human and practical, so they keep it real:
On Sunday morning before church, I was standing on the porch combing my hair or something when I saw this gorgeous team come through the gate of the parsonage:
It turns out they were there to deliver the picnic tables and benches for the lunch to be held later that day!
Such beauty.