Hello, God. It's me, Mara.

You know, Lord, sometimes something we see reminds us of something we heard, long ago; time, place and author, unknown. Seeing deer in the yard brought to mind this story about deer fillings. The author, a retired pastor, couldn't handle retirement so he volunteered at various places, doing various jobs because he knew that Old Folks Saying: "Old preachers never die, they just go out to 'pastor'". He worked an afternoon shift at a retirement center, stating that his wife pushed him around in the morning, so now he got to push other people around.

He worked with another fellow transporting folk...