El Tap day

Danny looked at Davy and for a moment he was quiet. He was in thought. Then he said, “The way I’m taking this, you are entirely wrong. Let’s look at this thing in a different way. When we were ordained, it was like getting a driver’s license. My license came with a map. It told me where to drive, when and how. It’s called the Book of Common Prayer and it’s been hanging around for the last five hundred years. Yours, on the other hand, let’s you drive anywhere. You can drive fast, you can drive slow. You can drive anywhere you want to go. It also allows you to drive like a damn idiot or like someone with sense. You can run people over or you can take them where they need to go. Davy, it’s up to you.”
“I just guess I don’t want it to be up to me. I do like the Catholic ‘that’s the way it is’ with the catechisms and missals. I like your Book of Common Prayer. At least you have a roadmap. The Baptist churches are all different. Some believe one thing, some believe another. The ‘saved’ thing. . .”
Danny nodded.
“Some Baptists believe that, some don’t. It’s confusing, Danny. I think that beyond immersion and the Bible being the word of God, it’s anybody’s call. Every Baptist church is different. I don’t like that. Like I said, at least you have a roadmap.”
Danny nodded then smiled. “I believe it was in a wheat field not to far from here not too long ago that some fella said something about someone changed the world when they sailed west.”
Davy looked up and smiled.
“Davy, I’m sure those guys wanted a roadmap too, but all their roadmaps led to the east.”
Davy nodded. “Yes, I guess they did.
Danny stood. “Come with me a second,” he said.
Davy followed Danny out the front door to the chapel. Danny stood by the sign in the front and pointed at the chapel. “Davy, they gave us this chapel because of something we did for the people here. It wasn’t for preaching or ritual or any of that God stuff. It was just for something we did. But come Sunday morning, this little chapel will have people standing outside wanting to get in. They’ll be people out here sitting in lawn chairs. And, it won’t be because we removed a selfish farmer from their lives or got rid of some gang-bangers. It will be because we are giving them God. The church uptown will be packed. Green Valley, a church you couldn’t pay people to come in a few weeks ago will be full. Okay, so maybe you did make a few people feel guilty. So what? That’s history. You said it yourself. If you think making people feel guilty is crappy preaching, there’s not one damn reason to do it. If people want to feel guilty, if that’s how they measure good preaching, those places are a dime a dozen. They can find those places, they can wallow in it, but it won’t be here, okay?”
Davy wiped the tears from his eyes. “Okay.” As they turned to walk away, Danny noticed the first five words on the sign. “Saint Davy’s and Saint Danny’s” and thought to himself, All we can do is try.