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.

"Fart"--I'm not kidding

 I'm a Public Radio Junkie.

I listen all day.

Yesterday, "Audacious" did an hour program on Farting.

I kid you not.

Kyone Wolfe, the host, talked with people about farts.

Some were professional farters--who made money from it.

Then they talked to people about which animals fart.

Fascinating stuff.

But an hour about farting?

But I enjoyed it....!

no sermon this week

 Against my better judgment, we're having an outdoor Eucharist on Sunday.

If it is as hot tomorrow as it is today, I'll be lucky to avoid a heat stroke.

There's a tent but that won't help much.

The service is to celebrate Summer.

I've been asked to preach about Summer and warmth.

Don't know if I can pull it off, but I'm going to 'wing it' and keep it short to save lives....

Jeperody

 Bern and I watch Jeperodey (which I can't spell!) every night.

A woman who had won 15 days in a row lost tonight.

I was upset.

I really liked her.

I'll keep watching. but my interest has lagged....