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Connecting in Las Vegas – By Rev. Alan Mead

This morning at breakfast I sat beside someone I didn’t know and found, as we talked, that we had several connections. We were talking about normal things that we often do when we meet a stranger, things like where do you live and, for those of us who practice this nomadic reality of interim ministry, where else have you lived and ministered? Often these beginnings of conversation are vital preludes to deeper conversation. Today was no exception. I mentioned that I had once lived in Riverside, Rhode Island and soon we were talking about St. Andrew’s School in Barrington, Rhode Island, discovering that our sons had each graduated from there, and only one year apart. St. Andrew’s is small and everyone there would likely have know everyone else, so my new friend, Edward W Sproul, suggested that we ask our sons if they remember each other. Our son, Alex graduated in 1990 and his son graduated in 1991. Our son died two years ago and a flood of memories began flowing through my mind. I hope his son will remember mine! Now that will be a connection that touches my soul.

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