Late, late, late last night, when there were only a few of us left in the hospitality room drinking red wine and sharing stories, someone suggested that we raise a final toast to those we remember who made great sacrifices so that we could receive our faith and our call. We went around the circle. When it came to be her turn, one of the newest, youngest members of the group said,
I would raise my glass to the woman who was my pastor when I was ten, the first Presbyterian woman minister in That State: St. Casserole.
I didn't blow her cover, of course--but I thought the rest of you would like to know that our beloved St. Cass is known and loved way beyond our circle.
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so cool. of course we all knew she was a rock star!
Oh how truly lovely :-)
That
Is
Awesome.
And so is she.
That's way cool!
wow. talk about planting seeds and later finding out how they grew!
crazy.
she's so cool.
and you are too, for sharing this story with us.
thanks.
That is really, really cool.
This gave me goose bumps....
Not the teeniest, tiniest bit surprised!
What a cool connection!
She is indeed a star.
That just gives me CHILLS!! How fabulous.
I raise my glass to St. Casserole also -- no red wine, water! St Casserole was the first woman pastor I met; she was the AP at the church I attended at (State) University. When she did her first Baptism at that church I knew that this is what God was calling me to. It took me many years to get there.
She and Mr. C., who I have known half my life, remain two of the people I admire most, both as Christians and as people.
Thank you.
I'm touched deep in my Casserole-ly heart.
Especially today, when I am sore from yesterday's battles.
Thanks and more.
AND she was totally YOUNG! She is such a star isn't she?
Love it!
Wow - this is so great. Thanks for letting us know.
wow .... awesome ... terrific and three cheers!
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