CHURCH LEADERSHIP

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Church leadership... 🤔

Matthew 20:25-28 ESV

[25] But Jesus called them to him and said, “You know that the rulers of the Gentiles lord it over them, and their great ones exercise authority over them. [26] It shall not be so among you. But whoever would be great among you must be your servant, [27] and whoever would be first among you must be your slave, [28] even as the Son of Man came not to be served but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.”

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Authority is the legitimate power to influence, make decisions, and command resources, primarily categorized into positional, expert, and relational types. Key forms include Positional (Legitimate/Legal) (based on rank), Expert (specialized knowledge), Referent (charisma/respect), Reward (giving incentives), and Punitive (Coercive) (punishment) authority. [1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6]

Primary Types of Authority in Organizations

Positional/Legitimate Authority (or Formal Authority): This power is derived from a person’s official position, title, or role within an organization's hierarchy. It is recognized by a job description, such as a CEO, manager, or team lead.

Expert Authority: Earned through superior knowledge, skills, and specialized expertise in a particular subject. People follow an expert because they trust their judgment.

Referent/Charismatic Authority: Derived from personal charisma, interpersonal skills, and behavior, often leading to deep trust and respect from peers and subordinates.

Reward Authority: Based on the ability to reward others (e.g., bonuses, promotions, public praise).

Punitive/Coercive Authority: The power to enforce compliance through threats or penalties, such as firing, issuing a reprimand, or reducing pay.

Results Authority: Earned by consistently achieving targets and demonstrating competence, allowing the individual to gain authority through a reputation of success. [1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9]

Other Theoretical Frameworks

Weber’s Three Types of Authority: Sociologist Max Weber defined authority as traditional (customs), charismatic (personal qualities), and rational-legal (rules and positions).

Moral Authority: Derived from "walking the talk"—integrity and consistency in actions, which builds trust.

Relational Authority: Similar to referent, it is the authority built through relationships, trust, and connection with people. [2, 4, 5, 10, 11]

AI responses may include mistakes.

[1] https://www.bishophouse.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/The-5-Types-of-Authority-Available-to-Managers-October-2016.pdf

[2] https://www.ebsco.com/research-starters/social-sciences-and-humanities/types-authority

[3] https://www.bishophouse.com/leadwell/new-leader/5-types-of-authority-available-to-managers/

[4] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Authority_(management)

[5] https://billzipp.com/authority-as-a-leader/

[6] https://www.knack.com/blog/types-of-power-in-leadership/

[7] https://www.betterup.com/blog/types-of-authority

[8] https://www.gordontraining.com/free-parenting-articles/the-four-kinds-of-authority/

[9] https://hewlett.org/wp-content/uploads/2018/11/Final-Case-Study-2-Hewlett-Positional-Authority-DL-10.15.18-OMC-IC.pdf

[10] https://www.linkedin.com/posts/harryjoiner_did-you-know-there-are-four-primary-types-activity-6627668801011924992-0Q7D

[11] https://wisconsin.pressbooks.pub/info-lit/chapter/authority/

BIRD CHURCH

 A church with a cowbird, a mockingbird, a crow, an owl, a chicken, a mockingbird, a parrot, and a peacock

Imagine a small country chapel where the architecture remains traditional, but the congregation has been replaced by a chaotic, colorful avian hierarchy. Each bird would likely claim a specific "ministry" based on its natural temperament, turning a quiet sanctuary into a bustling ecosystem.

## The Chancel and the Altar

The **Peacock** would undoubtedly occupy the center of the altar, using the white linens as a backdrop to fan its iridescent train. It wouldn't sing; it would simply exist as the living stained glass of the room. High above in the rafters, the **Owl** would serve as the silent, unblinking overseer, perched on a crossbeam like a stoic monk in perpetual meditation, only waking to offer a single, haunting hoot during the "moments of silence."

## The Choir and the Liturgy

The auditory experience would be a beautiful disaster:

 * **The Parrot:** Situated in the pulpit, the Parrot would be the "preacher," mimicking fragments of old sermons or perhaps just repeating "Amen" at slightly inappropriate intervals.

 * **The Mockingbird:** Acting as the one-man choir, the Mockingbird would weave together the songs of all the other birds into a complex, ever-changing melody, ensuring the "service" never stays on one tune for long.

 * **The Crow:** The Crow would be the sexton or the usher, pacing the back pews with a sharp, judgmental eye, occasionally "cawing" to scold anyone—or any bird—that steps out of line.

## The Nave and the Pews

Down on the floor and among the wooden benches, the more terrestrial birds handle the "social" aspects of the church:

 * **The Chicken:** The Chicken would be the busybody of the parish hall, pecking incessantly at the floorboards for dropped seeds, providing a rhythmic, percussive scratching that serves as the heartbeat of the building.

 * **The Cowbird:** True to its nature, the Cowbird wouldn't bother building its own nest in the eaves. Instead, it would be found tucked into the padded velvet of a collection plate or a choir loft, casually dropping its eggs into the "nests" of the other birds, essentially treating the entire church as a communal nursery.

## The Atmosphere

The air would be thick with the smell of old wood and feathers. Light filtering through the windows would catch the dust kicked up by the **Chicken** and the shimmering blues of the **Peacock**. It would be a place of immense noise and zero "peace," where the sermon is a repetitive loop, the music is a remix of every bird in the forest, and the only one truly keeping a secret is the **Owl** watching from the shadows of

 the ceiling.

SERIOUSLY DYSFUNCTIONAL CHURCH

 A seriously dysfunctional church ...

Imagine a church being run by dopie dwarf, grumpy dwarf, gollum, brainy smurf, jokey smurf, and mighty mouse.

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A theological circus is the best way to describe this congregation, where the liturgy likely swings between high-pitched heroism, grumpy rebukes, and literal explosions.

Here is how this chaotic "Council of Six" would likely run the church:

## The Leadership Structure

* The Grumpy Rector: Grumpy Dwarf handles the pulpit. His sermons are short, cynical, and mostly involve him shouting at the congregation to stop smiling and sit up straight. He hates the "passing of the peace" because it involves touching people.

* The Scholastic Theologian: Brainy Smurf writes the bulletins and the 40-page doctrinal statements. He constantly quotes himself ("As Papa Smurf always says...") until someone—usually the Rector—kicks him out of the vestry.

* The Minister of Music & Joy: Dopey Dwarf is in charge of the choir. Since he doesn't speak, the entire service is performed via pantomime and whimsical cymbal crashes. It’s confusing, but oddly moving.

* The Relic Hunter: Gollum is the sexton. He hides in the crypts, obsessively polishing the communion chalices ("My Precioussss"). He’s excellent at security because he bites anyone who tries to steal the offering plate.

* The Director of Fellowship: Jokey Smurf handles the post-service coffee hour. Every "gift" he hands out is a surprise box that explodes in a cloud of yellow smoke. Attendance is high, but everyone wears goggles.

* The Savior-in-Chief: Mighty Mouse is the "Deus ex Machina." If the organ catches fire from a Jokey Smurf prank or Gollum starts an argument with a parishioner, he swoops in to save the day with operatic flair.

## The Sunday Experience

A typical service begins with Mighty Mouse flying through the stained glass (which is getting expensive to fix). Grumpy yells at everyone to be quiet, Brainy explains the Latin roots of "quiet," and Jokey blows up the baptismal font. Meanwhile, Gollum is found hissing at the "nasty hobbitses" in the third row who didn't bring enough tithing.

The service ends when Dopey accidentally pulls the bell rope too hard and falls into the collection plate, which Gollum immediately tries to reclaim as his "birthday present."

Which of these six do you think would be the first to get excommunicated by the others?

(just playing with AI again...)

CIRCUS CHURCH

 

Imagine a place where the sacred and the spectacular collide. Inside a modest, wood-paneled country church, the air, usually heavy with the scent of old hymnals, is thick with the sweet smell of roasted peanuts and a faint trace of elephant.

Instead of the soft swell of an organ, the service begins with a dramatic, **"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"** booming from a megaphone. The ringmaster, in his scarlet tailcoat, gold braid, and polished top hat, takes the pulpit. His "sermon" is less a theological discourse and more a series of magnificent introductions for the upcoming "acts" of worship, punctuated by cracks of his whip.

Down the center aisle, the clown, with his painted grin and oversized, floppy shoes, "ministers" to the children. Instead of a standard collection plate, he presents a miniature, squeaking fire engine. When a young girl places a coin inside, it shoots confetti into the air. He leads a prayer not with clasped hands, but by twisting a complex and slightly lopsided balloon cross.

And weaving through the pews, the uniformed peanut vendor, tray balanced precariously, is the head usher. **"Get your hot roasted peanuts here! Fresh and salty, just like the salt of the earth!"** he calls, completely earnest. He approaches a somber, older man and asks, **"Pardon me, brother, would you like a bag to help you through the announcements? Fresh roasted!"**

As the ringmaster starts a lively, "Let's give a warm, *three-ring* welcome to our visiting missionary!" the scene in the pews is a spectacle of its own.

About half of the congregation is transformed. Children are bouncing, parents are trying to stifle grins, and a few younger adults are openly recording on their phones. But the other half—the deacons, the elderly women in their Sunday hats, the families who have sat in the same pew for generations—looks on in utter confusion and barely contained disbelief.

One woman in the third row, a fixture of the choir, has her jaw set so hard it might crack. An older man scratches his balding head, his brow a map of bewilderment, looking at his neighbor as if to ask, **"Is this the *same* church?"** When the clown’s balloon cross accidentally pops with a loud **BANG**, a whole section of the congregation jumps and gasps in unison.

This isn't just a service; it's a spectacle. A head-on collision between reverence and absurdity, leaving half the room on the edge of their seats in delight, and the other half in profound and silent shock.

And, the strong man, not really a part of the show, is looking for t

he exit.

DOG CHURCH

 imagine a church run by a bulldog, a golden retriever, a sheepdog, a St. bernard, a German shepherd, a bloodhound, a poodle, and a rat terrier.

This canine-led congregation, known as "The Cathedral of the Holy Paw," runs a tight ship with a mix of unconditional love, structured discipline, and profound stubbornness. 

Here is the leadership structure based on typical breed personalities: 

The Leadership Team 

• Pastor: The Bulldog. Sits on a large leather chair at the altar. Preaches "Bulldog Faith"—persistence, holding on to faith with a stubborn grip, and never surrendering. He talks slowly but with absolute authority. 

• Worship Leader: The Golden Retriever. Bounces around the stage with contagious joy, ensuring everyone feels welcome. The hymns are happy and high-energy. 

• Worship Minister: The Poodle. Highly intelligent and elegant, the poodle handles the artistic elements, ensuring the music is technically flawless and the sanctuary is sophisticated. 

• Director of Pastoral Care: The St. Bernard. Responsible for comforting the grieving. Carries a small keg of water (or perhaps coffee) to support those in need. 

• Head of Security/Usher: The German Shepherd. Loyal, courageous, and highly disciplined. He makes sure no intruders (cats) disrupt the service and that everyone takes their seats promptly. 

• Sunday School Superintendent: The Old English Sheepdog. Shaggy and patient, he herds the puppies and younger dogs into their classes, ensuring not a single one goes astray. 

• Director of Investigations/Small Groups: The Bloodhound. Handles the "investigation" of tough theological questions and ensures all members are "found" if they haven't attended in a while. 

• Greeter & Tech Support: The Rat Terrier. The high-energy, small-stature member who runs around meeting everyone at the door and fixates on getting the tech running, likely barking at any malfunctioning cables. 

Typical Sunday Scene 

• The Offering: The Golden Retriever takes a collection basket around, giving a happy tail wag for every donation. 

• The Sermon: The Bulldog speaks about perseverance, occasionally falling asleep mid-sermon. The congregation waits patiently. 

• The Communion: The St. Bernard offers refreshments, while the Poodle offers communion crackers with grace. 

• The After-Service Fellowship: A chaotic mix of sniffing, grooming, and fighting over the last bagel. 

It is a church known for its loyalty, high energy, and a firm belief that every "good boy" has a place in the pews. 

AI responses may include mistakes.

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In this canine-led congregation, the Sunday service is less about formal liturgy and more about communal howling and heavy panting. Each "clergy" member brings a unique personality to their role, creating a church experience like no other.

## The Clergy Council

* The Bulldog (The Senior Pastor): He sits behind a mahogany desk, looking incredibly grumpy but possessing a heart of gold. His sermons are short, punchy, and delivered with a gravelly wheeze. He’s the undisputed authority, mostly because he refuses to move once he’s picked a spot.

* The Golden Retriever (The Head of Welcoming): Positioned at the front doors, he is the soul of the church. He greets every single person with a frantic wag and a slobbery "holy kiss." He remembers everyone’s name (and what kind of treats they carry).

* The Sheepdog (The Usher): With shaggy hair over his eyes, he still somehow knows exactly where everyone is. He doesn't just show people to their pews; he gently "nudges" them into the empty spaces to ensure maximum seating efficiency.

* The St. Bernard (The Minister of Comfort): Usually found in the "Healing Corner" with a small wooden cask around his neck (filled with water or perhaps chicken broth). If you’re crying, he will sit on your feet until you feel anchored and safe.

* The German Shepherd (The Head of Security): He stands at the back, ears constantly swiveling. He takes the "Protect the Flock" mandate literally, occasionally patrolling the aisles to make sure no squirrels have infiltrated the sanctuary.

* The Bloodhound (The Outreach Director): He leads the mission to find "the lost." Give him a scent, and he’ll track down a backslidden member three towns over, baying melodiously until they agree to come back for the potluck.

* The Poodle (The Music Director): Highly intellectual and perfectly groomed, she coordinates the choir. She has a high standard for pitch and will let out a sharp "yip" if the tenors go flat during the "Hallelujah" howl.

* The Rat Terrier (The Youth Pastor): A ball of pure energy who runs circles around the Sunday School kids. He’s in charge of the "Digging for Truth" program, which mostly takes place in the church garden.

## The Service Elements

* The Offering: Instead of money, the plate is filled with tennis balls, marrow bones, and squeaky toys.

* The Benediction: A collective, thunderous "A-Roo!" that shakes the stained-glass windows.

* The Fellowship Hour: Primarily consists of sniffing ears and an elaborate game of "keep away" with the pastor's favorite slipper.

Would you like to hear about what happens during their annual church picnic?

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If a church were run by a canine council, the sermons might be shorter, but the fellowship hour would be legendary. Each "pastor" would bring a very specific theological—and behavioral—vibe to the congregation.

Here is how that leadership team would likely divide their duties:

### The Clergy Council

 * **The Senior Pastor: Golden Retriever**

   The face of the church. He doesn't care about the nuances of dog-matic theology; he just wants you to know that you are a "Good Boy/Girl." His sermons are 100% encouragement, and he greets every single person at the door with a wagging tail and a slightly damp shoe.

 * **The Head of Security & Liturgy: German Shepherd**

   The enforcer of tradition. He ensures everyone stands and sits at the exact right moment. If a child runs in the halls, he doesn't bark—he just stares with intense, disciplined focus until they return to their seat. He takes the "protection of the flock" very literally.

 * **The Deacon of Hospitality: St. Bernard**

   Found mostly in the lobby during winter months. He carries a small cask (of water, presumably) for those coming in from the cold. He is slow-moving, deeply comforting, and provides the best "leaning" hugs in the business, though the front pew is perpetually covered in drool.

 * **The Lead Interceder: Bloodhound**

   Specializes in finding those who have wandered away from the congregation. He doesn't judge; he just puts his nose to the ground and tracks down the "lost sheep" to let them know they missed the potluck. He spends most of the service sighing deeply and looking soulful.

### The Administrative Staff

 * **The Church Secretary: Poodle**

   The most organized member of the team. Highly intelligent and impeccably groomed, the Poodle manages the calendar, the newsletter, and the delicate social politics of the altar guild. Do not mistake the fancy haircut for weakness; she runs the show.

 * **The Facilities Manager: Rat Terrier**

   Small but mighty. He is obsessed with the "pests" of the world. If there is a mouse in the basement or a squirrel on the roof during the choir anthem, he will handle it with a level of intensity that is slightly terrifying to the rest of the staff.

 * **The Youth Pastor: Sheepdog**

   Excellent at "herding" the teenagers. Whenever the youth group starts to drift toward the exits or get distracted, the Sheepdog nudges them back into a tight circle. He is mostly fur and enthusiasm, often accidentally knocking over the juice boxes while trying to be helpful.

 * **The Trustee: Bulldog**

   The Bulldog sits on the finance committee. He is stubborn, unmovable, and refuses to approve the budget for new chew toys unless it’s absolutely necessary. He spends most board meetings snoring loudly, which everyone interprets as "deeply considering the options."

### The Sunday Experience

 * **The Offering:** Instead of money, the plate is filled with tennis balls and dried liver treats.

 * **The Worship:** Mostly howling in various keys, led by the Bloodhound’s baritone.

 * **The Benediction:** A collective nap in a giant sunbeam hitting the sanctuary floor.

It would be a church of absol

ute loyalty, no judgment, and a very high cleaning budget for the carpets.

SIX CHURCH LEADERS or The Cripple, the Idiot, the Struggler, the Narcissist, the Pessimist, and the OCD Micromanager

Another church leaders meeting began. 

Nothing is really quite what it seems ever. Life is complicated. There is more than one side to any story. 

 To those looking on from the outside they may not have a clue as to what the chemistry is in the group. Even those in the pot are not sure what's going on?! 

 But, God can make delicious creations from moldy, rotten, and weird ingredients?! He has done so much with so little for so long one begins to understand that he can do anything with practically nothing!

 There IS much hope. 

The Table of Five Shepherds

In a small town there stood an old church with a long wooden table in its meeting room. One evening, five leaders gathered there to plan the future of the church. Mike could not make it to the meeting, but he sent a text with a full agenda.

They were all shepherds of the same flock, yet each carried something different in his heart.

The first man walked slowly into the room with the help of a crutch. Long ago he had been wounded—by criticism, betrayal, and disappointment. Though his body bore a limp, the deeper limp was in his spirit. He spoke cautiously, trusting no one too quickly.

The second man spoke loudly as he sat down. He laughed easily and offered confident answers to every problem. Yet those around the table knew his words often came before his thinking. His confidence was larger than his wisdom.

The third man stared at the plans on the table with tired eyes. Papers, ideas, and ministry burdens weighed on him. He cared deeply for the people, but he felt like a man trying to carry the whole church on his shoulders.

 The fourth man sat straight and polished his glasses as others spoke. When the conversation turned to the church’s success, he gently reminded everyone of his sermons, his programs, and his leadership. In every story, somehow, he stood at the center.

 The fifth man leaned back in his chair and sighed.

 “That will never work,” he said to the first idea.

“We tried that before,” he said to the second.

“The world is too far gone,” he muttered about the third.

 And so the five men talked for hours, but little was decided. One commented, “Mike Roe Manger” could have helped tonight? But, he was “NEEDED” at work. They all laughed.

 Late in the meeting, the old church custodian quietly entered to empty the trash. He listened for a moment as the leaders debated.

Then he asked a simple question.

 “Gentlemen,” he said gently, “whose church are you planning?”

 The room grew quiet.

 The wounded man realized his pain had been guiding his decisions.

The foolish man realized his words had outrun his wisdom.

The struggling man realized he had been carrying a burden meant for God.

The proud man realized he had been building his own name.

The pessimistic man realized he had forgotten hope.

And, the micromanager, well he was busy elsewhere.

 The custodian picked up his broom and said one more thing before leaving.

 “A church grows best,” he said, “when the shepherds remember they are also sheep.”

 And the five men sat quietly around the table, realizing that before they could lead the flock, each of them still needed the Shepherd. 🕊️

And ...

 When the Shepherd Entered the Room

 The five leaders were still sitting at the table long after their plans had stopped moving forward.

 Papers were scattered across the wood. Coffee cups had grown cold. The room was heavy with frustration.

 The wounded man rubbed his tired leg.

 The foolish man shuffled papers, pretending to read them.

 The struggling man stared at the plans as though they were weights pressing on his chest.

 The proud man checked his reflection in the dark window.

 The pessimistic man sighed again and shook his head.

 Just then the door quietly opened.

 None of them heard footsteps. Yet suddenly there was someone standing at the end of the table.

 A man.

 He looked ordinary at first, yet there was something about his presence that made the room feel different—like the air had grown lighter and heavier at the same time.

 No one had invited him.

 Yet somehow they all knew who he was.

 It was Jesus.

 He looked at the plans spread across the table, the charts, the strategies, the ideas for growing the church.

 Then he looked at the men.

 Not quickly.

 Carefully.

 As though he could see straight through them.

 He walked slowly around the table and stopped behind the wounded leader. Placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, he said,

 “You were hurt while feeding my sheep. I saw it. But you do not need to limp forever.”

 The man lowered his head and wept quietly.

 Then Jesus turned to the loud one.

 “You speak much,” he said kindly, “but wisdom grows best in listening.”

 For the first time that evening, the man said nothing.

 Next he stood beside the exhausted leader with the papers.

 “You are trying to carry what belongs to me,” Jesus said. “My yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”

 The man’s shoulders slowly relaxed.

 Then Jesus faced the confident leader who loved recognition.

 “You are building something,” Jesus said.

 The man smiled slightly.

 But Jesus continued,

 “The question is—whose kingdom?”

 The smile faded.

 Finally Jesus stood beside the man leaning back in his chair.

 “You have seen many failures,” Jesus said. “But you have forgotten something.”

 The man looked up.

 “I am still alive,” Jesus said.

 Hope stirred in the room like the first light before sunrise.

 Then Jesus walked to the center of the table. He gently moved aside the stacks of plans and placed his hand flat on the wood.

 “You are trying to plan the church,” he said.

 He paused.

 “But the church was my idea.”

 The room was silent.

 Then he looked at them all and said one final thing.

 “Follow me.”

 And in that moment the five leaders understood something they had forgotten.

 The church was never meant to be built by crippled strength, foolish confidence, exhausted effort, proud ambition, or hopeless fear.

 It would only ever be built by people who walked behind the Shepherd. 🕊️

And ...

  “The Morning After the Meeting.”

 The sun rose quietly over the small town, spilling pale light across the steeple of the old church.

Inside the meeting room, the long wooden table looked much the same as it had the night before—papers scattered, coffee cups half empty, chairs pushed back.

But the men who had sat there were not quite the same.

 The wounded leader arrived first.

He stood at the door for a long moment before entering. The crutch was still under his arm, and the old pain was still in his leg. But something else had changed.

For the first time in years, he prayed for the people who had hurt him.

Not because he felt strong.

But because the Shepherd had seen his wound.

And somehow that made the limp easier to carry.

 The foolish leader came next.

Normally he would burst into the room talking, telling stories, filling the silence with his voice.

But this morning he walked in quietly.

He opened his Bible and began to read.

Not to prepare something to say.

Just to listen.

 The struggling leader entered slowly with the same stack of papers from the night before.

He looked at the plans.

Then he folded them.

Not because the work was unimportant, but because he remembered the words:

“My yoke is easy.”

For the first time in months, he left the office and went to visit someone who was lonely.

The work of the church suddenly felt lighter.

 The proud leader arrived carefully dressed as always.

He glanced at the table where he had once placed his ideas at the center.

This morning he quietly moved the chair to the side of the table instead.

Not because he had become small.

But because he had remembered who the real builder of the church was.

 The pessimistic leader came last.

The world still looked broken to him.

The problems of the church had not disappeared overnight.

But when he looked at the empty chair at the end of the table, he remembered the words spoken there:

“I am still alive.”

For the first time in years, he said something different.

“Maybe,” he whispered, “God isn’t finished yet.”

 By mid-morning the church building looked the same as it always had.

The same walls.

The same pews.

The same people.

But something invisible had shifted.

Because five leaders had remembered something simple:

They were never meant to run the church.

They were meant to follow the Shepherd.

And though none of them said it out loud, each of them carried the same quiet hope in their hearts:

Perhaps someday…

When they gathered again around that old wooden table…

The Shepherd might walk into the room again. 🕊️

 

Maybe Mike will be there next time.  He’s somewhat like “Doubting Thomas”?!

IT'S NOT OVER YET!

 I often write notes to myself so that I don't forget memorable moments. Today is 01/23/26. This note dates back to 05/13/21 (?). I forgot about it?!   😏🙄 But, as I reread it, I can remember the waiting room and his face and soft demeanor...

Today I met an old man in a waiting room at the doctor's office. He must have been eighty something. As I set down near him I looked at him briefly and he smiled. He asked me, "how are you doing?". I told him that I was doing fine, but that we had brought my wife to the doctor today to check her eyes.

Then it began! He smiled and said, "my wife and I were married for 50 years and 3 months.". I asked him, "what was her name?". "Louise" he warmly, but softly replied.

We talked of how they had met on a blind date. He told me that he knew that she was "the one" on their first date because they sat together and his shoulder touched her shoulder and it was on fire! We talked of how they were married four months later! We talked of camping trips that he had made with his family. He told me that Louise and he had gone on cruises together many times.

I told him that I was sorry that he had lost her. And he smiled and quickly replied, "Its not over yet!". He knew that he would see her again.

From the next few minutes, before the nurse called him back, we talked of Heaven and how we surely would know our loved ones! We talked of the movie, "Heaven" (2020) and how "it's not over yet" was a recurring quote!

We shook hands and exchanged names before he went back to his appointment room.

Sadly, I didn't write down his name when I originally wrote down this note. But, we'll meet again. He'll be sitting with "Louise"! 

It's not over yet!

❤️❤️

"Heaven" 2020

trailer below:

https://youtu.be/g782ccLa2FI?si=-WBeE3YK3ZLTX9qu