Sunday is a long day for me.
Most days I don't get up until 9.
Sundays I have to be at Trinity, Milton, 35 or so minutes away by 9:30. So I set the alarm on my phone.
Tomorrow I have to get up early to go get a blood test.
Tuesday I have my zoom group at 9:45 and then I go to Milton to talk with whoever shows up--a couple of people said they would.
Wednesday, thankfully I can sleep in!
I can't remember when I started sleeping so late--but I'm glad I do. Many people my age have trouble sleeping, but not me.
And I have wondrous--if confusing--dreams, usually after I get up at 6:30 or so. At least that shows my age.
I haven't worked 10 hours a week for over a year. I was sending half my pay back during the pandemic.
So, I have to get used to two days a week of actually 'doing something'.
I hope I will.
I love that little church in Milton--though I wish there was more diversity there.
The three churches I served full-time weren't like that. St. James in Charleston, WV, was a black church. St. Paul's in New Haven had about 1/3 blacks. St. John's in Waterbury had a huge West Indian membership and so many Hispanics we had a Spanish priest to do their service.
Milton is, how can I say it? White as white can be.
But I love them already though I'm not a month into being their priest.
When I took my 7 year job at the Middlesex Area Cluster Ministry--three little churches--the bishop asked me how it was.
"Bishop," I told him, "I'm not used to being around so many white people."
Each church had one Black person--but two of them were the church musicians!
I thank God every day that I had the experience of inter-racial worship.