Story from the ride Aug. 2

Sarah Schendel (Of St. Michael’s, Toledo, the therapist) shared a dream, which requires a little background. She grew up Baptist and was serving in an American Baptist Conference Center in Green lakes, WI waiting tables as a summer job between semesters of college. There was a chaplain for all of the college students working at the center, and it happened to be that summer Art Lemon, an Episcopalian African American priest who was chaplain at Case Western Reserve and special liaison to churches for Cleveland’s Mayor Stokes. Unaware of much of his background in the beginning of the summer, Art appeared “as dry as toast” to Sarah . . . until, she says, “I realized all he was making happen, including inside of me. Meeting with him and other students at a coffee shop was like communion.” Sarah says that she recalled these meetings with Art when she joined St. Michael’s and could see the circle of faces during communion.

Sarah’s dream was simple and odd. Her priest Peg Sammons appeared in white, but not in her alb or as an angel, but as a night pharmacist.  “That was a weird little snippet of a dream,” Sarah thought. “Then the next Sunday,” she continues,” when I was holding out my hands for communion and peg put the wafer in my hand I remembered the dream.” Peg was giving medicine, medicine indeed!