I'm still with Biden

 Everyone seems freaked out with Biden's debate preformance.

Not so many talk about the dozens of lies Trump told!

In my book, forgetfulness is not nearly as bad as lying.

The calls for Biden to step down seem to be toned down.

Who would replace him? Harris, I guess.

She and Gretchen Whitmer would make quite a ticket--but can they beat the Liar in Chief?

Biden has. And will again, I hope and pray.

He's only 4 years older than me--but the Orange Guy is a year older than me.

I forget stuff from time to time--but I don't lie.

I'm still with Biden.

 

Wedding today

 Hadn't done a wedding for a while.

C. and V. got married today at Trinity by me.

Great crowd. All the men in Tuxes and women in gowns.

Never had a congregation so well dressed!

Hot but went well. I left out some prayers (don't tell the Bishops) to get us out sooner.

They had two buses to bring most of the guests.

I skipped out on the dinner since I've never worn a tux and never will.

But they seem truly in love.

Let it last, Lord, let it last....

Strange week

I have Wednesday off this week. And the 4th of July is the next day.

But on Friday I have a wedding rehearsal and on Saturday, the wedding.

And back for the Eucharist on Sunday.

Three days in a row--two of them in the evening and a Vestry Meeting (one of least favorite priestly things!) on Sunday after the service.

I've been retired from full-time ministry for years. Three days in a row is a rare thing.

I'll probably survive, but won't be happy.

Shalom.

 

St. Peter's, Cheshire

 The service today was good--I only messed up a couple of times.

In every church I've ever served, a lay person leads the Psalm. Not at St. Peter's. I sat for about a minute when one of the chalice bearers came about 40 feet to tell me I was to lead it. (The altar area is huge!)

Then I forgot to ask for announcements so a woman in the congregation stood up to tell me so.

The other things is that after communion the wine gets taken away. I don't know what they do with it.

I tell people from time to time that I became a priest so I could finish the wine after communion.

That might even be true....

The music was great and the group of 50 or so seemed to like the service.

So, that's good.

Tomorow

 Tomorrow I'm preaching and celebrating at the Episcopal church in my town--St. Peter's, Cheshire.

I've done it once before--last month, I believe. There is only one service in the summer at 9 a.m.

Last time there were 90 or so folks. They are my neighbors and I like them.

I didn't write a sermon because the Gospel is so familiar to me I can wing it.

Wish me luck.

Shalom.

I forgot...

 I thought I had this Sunday off, but then I received and email from St. Peter's here in Cheshire reminding me I had agreed to do their Eucharist Sunday.

They are between Rectors and trying to find supply priests wherever they can.

Since I forgot, I didn't bring my alb home with me.

So I went over to try to find one with them.

Every vestment they had was too long except for one that was two small.

Their altar folks must be a basketball team and a midget. 

So, I have an hour drive--up and back--to Milton tomorrow to get my alb.

Some Sunday off....

The worst job

 The worst job in the world, in my opinion, is being a man or woman handling the phones for an group designed to make calls and try to take money from the person on the other end.

It is 5:15 p.m. and I've gotten 13 calls today. None from friends or family--all from scams.

And I'm horrible to them--though most of them are recordings--I yell and curse and hang up after telling the recorded voice to lose my number.

Must be more than me doing that.

So, worst job in the world--worse than trash collectors (trash doesn't yell) and emergency workers (they might hear yelling but are doing a good thing.

So, if you would like to break my record of nothing but bogus calls--call me.

203-525-6846.