Sunday

This morning while Sunday School was going on the phone rang. The person on the other end wanted to know how to spell Damon - "like Damon Bailey." Only in Indiana would someone use that reference. So, I spelled it; they said thanks; and that was the end of it. Weird.

Our gathering went okay this morning. The new strings made a big difference. Why don't I change them more often? Afterward Jane and I went to the new IHOP on Jefferson. There was a huge, long line. It was worth the wait though. Three buttermilk pancakes, four bacon strips, and coffee.

Tonight we are hosting the Community Thanksgiving Service. I believe there are six churches involved, but I think Tom and I might be the only two pastors there. So he's preaching and I'm doing the rest. I don't look for a huge crowd.

I don't know how pastors do it who have multiple Sunday services. I could hardly stay awake waiting for our food at IHOP. I am exhausted on Sunday afternoons. Of course, I remember at our old church back home, the Pastor didn't do anything but preach. That would be nice. Sometimes. But I like being in a small church.

Now it's time for a nap.