Can't Hide These Judgin' Eyes
One of the many perks of being a pastor is reserved parking at the Medical Center. There are six or seven spaces with big blue "clergy only" signs at the north end of the main parking lot. As I whipped into one of the empty clergy spots on my way to some visitation this morning, I couldn't help but notice the car one of my clerical colleagues had parked in the adjacent slot. A big black, shiny black, Mercedes S-320 with Ohio plates. Rich leather seats and polish walnut burl accents on the dashboard, I noticed as I got out of my blue, rusty blue, 1993 Ford Escort wagon.