I recall dining at a buffet one Sunday after church, with some friends and new acquaintances to fellowship. The meal was “buffet-style-ok” and the conversation was great until a couple stopped by our table with plates in hand, to say hello. After their short greeting, the couple continued on to their table. That’s when one in our group proceeded to fill us in on some of the past history of the two — that they were once heavy users of drugs and alcohol; that the wife was bi-sexual; and they both had participated in the swingers’ scene at one time.
I sat there and glanced back over my shoulder at the couple (who looked normal enough to me) and wondered how the person sharing their story could be so intimately knowledgeable about their past. Was there more to the involvement with this couple than that person was letting on? People are like that you know — quick to tell yours and slow to tell theirs.
It took my mind went back to an old deacon I knew who grew up in Mississippi. Any time a conversation turned to gossip, he’d say “Mark dem dat gossip. A dog dat bring a bone will take a bone.” Translation: beware of the person who brings information to you about others, for you will be the topic of conversation at the place he stops next.