I got called a physical therapist.
Tuesday I was visiting two of our older members in their assisted living facility. They are long time members.
Clyde W. recently told me that the first Sunday he came to RBC he was in a Ford Model T. That was some seventy two years ago.
While I was visiting with them one of the workers happened by.
Clyde and Marge introduced me to her. “This is our Pastor. We have told you about our church. You really must visit.”
The worker said to me, “Oh. Their pastor? I thought you were their physical therapist.”
Huh??
Do I look like a physical therapist??
I was sitting there with my Bible.
I was not making them do leg-lifts or range-of-motion exercises.
Anyway, we chatted a bit with the worker (who was very nice) and she said she might visit.