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My father talked about "busman’s holidays" when a bus driver might take the bus to another town. There are not that many buses any more. My brother-in-law worked for the railroad for many years and can’t stay away from trains, but that is not unusual.
We all like to see how others do our job. I am drawn by occupation to churches.
Now, I have preached in some important places. I have read publicity before professional readers employed by such agencies as The Today Show and NBC news. It did not unnerve me.
Yet, I have stepped into some pulpits that have been awe inspiring because of those who would have sat in the pews.
The pulpit at St. Giles in Edinburgh is the place where John Know fired the reformed revolution. Standing there it seems like an historic place not unlike standing the chancel of the Queen’s nearly private chapel outside Ballmoral.
Sidling up to the same lectern as Martin Luther King used at Dexter Avenue Baptist Church in Montgomery one feels more awe at the fact that Rosa Parks used to sit right in front of it.
Of all the places and pulpits, the most impressive for me may be in the quansit hut chapel on the Navajoo Reservation at Leupp, Arizona. Plain and sparsely adored, the people are warm and vital.
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