有一段时间,每个星期天都会有人在我衣服的翻领上别上一朵玫瑰花。因为每个星期天早晨我都会为社区的居民们主持礼拜,所以得到一朵花,对我来说确实不是什么新鲜事,我也没有想太多。作为一名牧师,我也非常欣赏这种表达友谊的方式。然而在上一个星期天,这件被我认为稀疏平常的事因为一名小男孩变得不同寻常了。当我主持完礼拜正准备离开教堂时,一个小男孩向我走来。他站在我面前,说:“先生,你要怎么处理你的花?” For a while, every Sunday there was a rose on my lapel. Because I serve the residents of the community every Sunday morning, getting a flower is not new to me. I did not think too much about it. As a pastor, I also greatly appreciated this way of expressing friendship. However, on last Sunday, this thing I considered sparse because a boy became unusual. A little boy came toward me as I was preparing to leave the church on the presidential day. He stood before me and said: “Sir, how do you deal with your flowers?”