CHAPTER 6
Sometimes Scott wondered if pastors who’d worked as long as Carl got tired of December. Was it hard to preach four or five advent sermons a year and find something new to point out each time? Or after several decades behind the pulpit did you just stop trying to be original?
Today’s sermon was fairly standard. Scott spent more time studying the Christmas wreath than watching Carl. This week’s candle stood for joy, which for some reason kept reminding Scott of the way he’d laughed when Susannah told him her middle name. Knowing she came from a fairly conservative Christian home, he had expected something more standard like Joy or Grace. When she told him she’d been named after the historical Susannah Wesley, he’d chuckled into his phone. “So that explains why you’re so good at p
