You ever have that deep sense of personal satisfaction that comes of doing good in the world?
I do. Right now.
I have a pal named Packrat. That’s his Cat23 handle (Cat23 is an online group of Diplomacy players). He’s recently sworn off to focus on school. He’s 40+ with 4 kids and back in school. He’s in school to become a pastor or somesuch.
Now let me take us back 10+ years…
Lady Chance (prior to our marriage) and I were browsing at the antique fair at Columbia Mall (in Columbia, MD, unsurprisingly) one Sunday. It’s an outdoor fair in the parking lot. Hot as blazes so I’m assuming this would have been July or August. Maybe in 1992 or so.
Lady Chance is looking at dolls and such. I’m mostly making the scene, not really looking to buy anything.
However…
I collect old hand-written journals and diaries, letters and documents. She points me to a dealer specializing in such. Kind of her.
Most of the stuff is too expensive for me. I recall one letter of indenture from the 1700s that I really wanted but the price made my blood pressure spike.
Then I stumble across something. A journal, leather-bound, about 3/4 inch thick with the word ‘Vermeldungen’ on the cover. I open it. It’s a record of sermons, collections, and other activities for the English Lutheran Church of the Redeemer at Fort Wayne, Indiana dated August 23, 1908 to November 20, 1912. The dealer only wants $15 for it. I pick it up.
When I show it to Lady Chance she mentions that it would be nice if we could track down the church and see if they wanted it. I agree but do nothing about it.
Fast forward to 2003. 10 years gone. In that time I’ve gotten married, entered and exited graduate school. Bought a house, sold a house, bought a house. Moved to Iowa, then to Virginia, then to Maryland then to Virginia. Become a parent. I am most decidedly not thinking about a certain pastors journal in the spare room.
With me so far? OK, then. Hang on.
I’m chatting with Packrat via email and he mentions he’s in Lutheran seminary in Fort Wayne.
It rings a bell. A faint one. Then a louder one. I tell him about the journal but I can’t really remember the contents, just that it was Lutheran and in Fort Wayne…maybe. He’s interested (understandly, I think). I tell him I’ll look.
And now, two weeks after I first mention it to him I find it in Lady Chance’s antique desk upstairs. I open and read it. Then email the Packrat.
He calls and we discuss the history of the Lutheran Church in Fort Wayne. There isn’t an English Lutheran Church of the Redeemer still open in Fort Wayne but he’s got some leads.
I’m sending it to him tomorrow. I really hope that it will provide some light to some people in Fort Wayne on the history of their church and the development of their faith in the city.
I feel remarkably good right now.