For quite a few years, I lived on a short, winding street with many condo units. It was a community inhabited by some couples, but also many single people, both men and women. Almost everyone was retired, but involved in many activities.
A few weeks ago, I ran into an old friend in the produce section of the local grocery store. He was buying one of those pre-packaged salad mixes and a tomato. He said he'd been trying to eat healthier to lower his cholesterol.
Four years ago on July 4, I celebrated my first service as the rector of St. John’s. In preparation for the day, the interim rector and I noticed the strange coincidence that my first Sunday also happened to be a year when the Fourth of July fell on a Sunday.