Old friend and older friends

            I got a post card last week from a Credo conference in Roslyn, Virginia from 3 priest friends--Chris, George and Nancy.

    I knew the first two when I was a young priest in West Virginia. They were on the Jr. High Camp team with me and became life-long buddies. (They called me 'Bomber', though I don't remember why.)

    The last was a seminarian in CT years later. An upper middle class woman who would serve upper-middle class parishes after she was through with me in the urban church.

    I've been retired so long I don't really know what Credo stands for anymore--or most Episcopal Church logos.

    They wrote to let me know they were sharing stories about me--Lord help me!

    I wish I could have been there with them.

    Old friends, bookends...whatever that means.

    I love them all.