I heard the story from Diane. Diane heard the story from Jim. Jim was told by Forrest and Forrest heard it from Jesus himself. The desk in the Massachusetts Council of Churches office had been used by at least 5 previous executive directors. I am the one that took an ax to it.
The varnish was peeling off the top. It was shabby, and not
a wonderfully quaint way. It was monstrously large. When I sat behind it, the person across from me was 3 feet away. I loved the history. It had to go.
Diane said “it is not a piece of sacred memory.” We had to hire men to get it out of the office, chopping it apart to get it through the door.
I kept the handles. I wish there had been a letter to me in the top drawer.
RevEverett 