“Is Mark Roth here tonight?”
The moderator of our evening church service this past Sunday scanned the audience.
He couldn’t see me. I didn’t help him. I sat still, blending in as well as any bald guy could. I was very tired after chairing a long Board meeting that ended shortly before the service began.
He still didn’t see me. I still didn’t help him.
But my wife raised her hand and pointed at me. 😯
The moderator (a former student of mine, I might append) called me up front with instructions to talk about nonresistance.
Impromptu. Spur of the moment. No advance warning. No notes. No thinking time.
I walked up front slowly, giving myself some extra moments to think. Continue reading →