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The Ascension

After my timely sermon on the ascension, An inquisitive lad with piercing eyes and dark unruly hair about five years old, I'd say, tugged at my robe while I greeted worshippers. "Let's go home, Timmy, " his parents pleaded. It was more than a nudge young Timmy needed. When the crowd had dispersed, I kneeled to his eye level, face-to-face, "So, Timmy, what's troubling you, " I said with a smile. "Well, " he said, "I hope Jesus wore a real heavy coat because it gets awfully cold when you go really high up like maybe a mile, And why didn't Jesus go into orbit, pastor? " I was speechless, I-uh-I … had not considered those serious concerns of a smart little fellow, [nor had anyone else in the congregation] But, Timmy had, and Timmy wanted answers! [Little Timmy grew up, went to seminary, and became a priest. I have always wanted to hear him preach a sermon on the ascension! ]

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