Scripture Readings: Acts 10:24-48
In the name of God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, Amen.
There was once a little boy who took piano lessons. Every week, the wee boy would cycle to his teacher’s house for his lesson, and leave his bike propped up against the garden fence. And every week, as the wee boy pushed open the garden gate, he would feel the butterflies in his stomach, for the old man was a strict teacher of the old school. But as the wee boy grew up, he came to love the old man, for that wee boy grew up to be a fine musician, and, indeed, a much-respected piano teacher himself. But then he heard that his old teacher was gravely ill, confined to his bed, and certainly could no longer play the piano- in word, the old man was dying. And so the pianist who had once been the old man’s student went to visit his old teacher one last time. This time he drove to that familiar old house, and parked in the street outside. A student no more, he had become a friend, and after all, he was an adult, a musician, a teacher himself. But as he pushed open the garden gate, he felt, once more, the butterflies in his stomach!