I suppose in the end it is the little acts of kindness. One of my Nova Scotia organists gave me this angel cat that now sits in my Northern Ontario window. Her mother had made it. I save little tangible things that speak to me of past friendships. I shall be moving from here soon, and then there will be more friendships in my wake. This is particularly true of ministers who should not keep ties to places that they have left in order to give the new minister an open place to minister. Also, close friendships should not be made with members of the congregation. But we are human, and this is a lonely road.
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