What the heck? Yesterday it was like 65 degrees (F); last night there were tornado warnings, and thunder and lightning, and it rained like the dickens. Our AIR CONDITIONER actually kicked on!!! What is this… January?
I actually received a friend request on my Facebook account! I forgot I even had one. Actually, I think I might have two: one from a long time ago, and one from just recently. Shoot, I still haven’t figured out MySpace. At any rate, it is kinda neat having people *request* to be your friend.
I think the Big Ten should start it’s own bowl series. I mean… if they can have their own TV network… Heck, at least then we wouldn’t have to play bowl games at other people’s HOME stadiums!
I don’t write a lot of sports related posts – which is odd because my mind is fairly sportscentric. But just let me say this about the
Sometimes my weekly depression doesn’t hit until Tuesday. And this stinking rain doesn't help.
Tomorrow I’m taking a field trip. Scot McKnight thinks I’m coming to Winebrenner Seminary in
I should probably get ready for the Annual Congregational meeting tonight. I actually like these meetings – now that we’ve disallowed bloodshed – but it is hard to get excited anymore since no one else seems to give a... Anyway, I need to pick out a song to start things off with, get the coffee table ready (Jane has the cookies made), and figure out what to give prizes for.
I was just looking through some files yesterday, and if I read things correctly, I just might have the longest tenure at this church of any full-time pastor they’ve ever had. One was here longer, but it was when our church was on a circuit with other churches. Hmm. I don’t know if that’s a particularly good thing or not. Seriously. At first I think it’s great, but then I began to wonder if it just means I’m dense and don’t get that I was supposed to leave.
Yep… still Tuesday.
2 comments:
I think prizes at an annual meeting is a revolutionary idea and want you to know that it's ideas like that that have given you the longest tenure at that church. You change things up in such a great way that nobody can figure out what to fire you over. Moving targets . . .a great strategic plan. Seriously, it's not because you are dense, it's because you are needed. Have fun in Findlay!
Thanks, Joan. Now I'm picturing myself as one of those moving-target ducks going back and forth while people take shots at me. :) (Which isn't at all true, btw).
We missed your input at the meeting this year - but we survived.
peace.
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