1: Hey there!
2: Hey! How’ve you been?
1: I’m good. I’m good. Kids’re good. Kari’s good.—Beautiful day for a party like this.
2: Yeah. Oh, yeah, have a seat. “Dropping some eaves” out here.
1: ’Z’at right? You mean Jan and Ryan on the screened porch?
1: Ha. They always get into it.—Seems about infant baptism now.
2: Before they were arguing about, uh, immersion. And before that: wine at communion.
1: ’Z’at what seminary is these days?
2: Hope not.
2: They just go on and on, bickering.
1: But you know they don’t mean no harm by it.
2: Yeah, they’re friends. But it’s so stressful for everyone else to listen to them. And you know they get frustrated with each other.
1: Yeah. And that frustration’s gotta blow up some time.
2: Hm. It even makes me feel frustrated.
1: ’Cause it’s so irritating?
2: Because it’s so petty! They’re arguing about petty shit that doesn’t matter.
1: I wouldn’t’ve said it like that, but you’re right. Maybe you should go stop ’em.
2: No, I don’t think I will. I should just stop listening.
1: But it might could do some good. Everybody respects you and knows you’ve got wisdom.
2: I know I could stop them, but it wouldn’t be in the right spirit. I’d go over there intending to stop them, and then get sucked right in. Where’s the wisdom in that?
1: Huh.—But that right there is wisdom.
2: What is?
1: Knowin’ the right spirit. Knowin’ not to go over.
2: Hm. That’s not wisdom, I think. If I’m wise I won’t be eavesdropping and letting myself get whipped up.
1: Okay, then. You got self-control.—More ‘an me.
2: I’m still getting angry about it.
1: But you ain’t doin’ nothing about that anger.
2: When you put it that way—that’s worse. If I’m wise, I don’t listen. But if I’m wise and hear it anyway, I should do something. I’m listening and not doing anything.
1: So what’s that make you?
2: Hm. I’d have to say that makes me unwise. Downright unwise.
1: Well, wiser ’an the seminarians, at least.