November 9, 2014 Pentecost 22, Proper 27, Year A Matthew 25:1-13 One of my first really clear childhood memories comes from when I was in kindergarten. School had just let out for the day and I was staying after with my sister and some other kids to work on something. I’m not sure exactly what we were doing, but know it involved popsicle sticks. And my mom came by and asked if we wanted to stay there or to come with her shopping. My sister wanted to stay and keep working with the popsicle sticks, and I couldn’t decide what I wanted to do so decided to be like my big sister and stay too. But a minute after mom walked out the door, I realized I really wanted to go with her. And so I left school and started down the path toward our house, assuming I’d catch up with her. When I didn’t see her I started going faster until finally I was running home as fast as my little legs could go. Unfortunately, mom wasn’t to be found. She...