I’m terrible at bagging groceries. I look like I have a third elbow that I’m trying to coordinate into the mix of hands, arms, those infernal plastic bags, and the items that come flying across the counter at me. I’m gradually getting better at it thanks to good advice and experience. Also, there’s Richard, who … Continue reading Excellence in Bagging
Author: David Mercer
David Mercer is the author of the blogs: Deep Calls, Quick Drawls, and A Touch of Mercy. He has been a pastor, college professor, salesperson for children's clothing, substitute teacher, deli worker, and grocery store cashier. He is now a massage therapist at Mercer Massage,LLC.
A Soul Behind the Words
And two souls sat together. One was unable to stay silent while the other kept watch as both of us reached out to each other.
Connecting
I learned that the most powerful thing to happen in the pulpit does not come from eloquence or charisma, but from connecting with the people and feeling what they feel.
Pangs of Envy
After forty years, I can say I'm free of envy of my fellow youth group member, even if he is still handsome at sixty--like a movie star who has decided to make his hair gray to acknowledge he’s aging but still sexy.
Vulnerability at the Cash Register
I think we all show a little more vulnerability than we intend to and some of us are better than others at offering encouragement during those moments.
I’m Done
I’m done. I know I know. I was done five years ago when I quit church, religion, and career. But I’ve come to realize that I’m really, really done. I mean it… truly… emphatically… no fooling… probably. I’ve daydreamed a bit that I would find a way to return. Not as a believer but … Continue reading I’m Done
One of those Sad Moments
On the one hand, I wish I had never left the ministry. On the other hand, I wish I had never gone into it in the first place.
A Cranky Lady and a Class Act
The woman used her opportunity to spread a little verbal poison. Fortunately there are others who spread quiet grace.
Always Ask a Woman Her Age
I usually ask for a woman’s ID even if her great-grandchildren are accompanying her to the checkout stand.
It Was a Very Good Year….
When a customer is obviously closer to my age than those of my children, I’ll often smile ask if they’re over twenty-one. Sometimes, the men will say, “I wish I were twenty-one again.” "No, you don't."
Deep Calls 