I came across a copy of my baptismal certificate the other day. I couldn't make out the name of the minister who baptized me and, as far as I know, our paths never crossed again. It is highly improbable that he ever knew that I also became a minister, but you never really know, do you? A few months ago, a woman sat outside our sanctuary door, beside the water fountain, waiting for our service to end and for everyone to leave, waiting until I was free. We sat in the narthex together and chatted. She told her story, and I listened. Oh, I've heard all the stories: my welfare check is late this month; I've no money to buy food; my husband's been laid off from work; I just got out of Milton Jail and need to get to Halifax ...... I've heard it all. The lady needed bus fare to get to Peterborough. more... See more text