Bill Pregnell was a professor of mine at Virginia Theological Seminary.
I loved him as a teacher and admired him as a man.
That affection went so deep that I asked him to preach at my ordination to the priesthood at St. James in Charleston, West Virginia.
And he agreed!
I have a picture of all the clergy from my ordination and Bill is in it.
What a joy he was--humorous and yet very intellectual.
I lost touch with him (as I often do with people from my past) and now he is dead at 88.
Deep breath. Grief. Sorrow.
I will miss you. Bill, though I haven't see you for decades.
Thanks for all the wisdom and humor and wonder we shared.
Whatever waits for us after death, I pray for you it is joyous.
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- some ponderings by an aging white man who is an Episcopal priest in Connecticut. Now retired but still working and still wondering what it all means...all of it.
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