I received word that we were supposed to lower the flag to half mast through Friday, by Presidential order re: the Navy Yard shooting. So I went out to the flagpole last night to lower the flag and discovered it was stuck. Whoever had last raised it not only left a rat's nest of a knot on the pole, but had pulled the halliard so tight that the rope jumped the pulley up at the truck. Attempting to fix it this afternoon entailed removing the top sections of pole. Pulling on the weathered sash cord to free it only resulted in its breaking, which was probably the best result I could have hoped for.
So off I went to the hardware store and bought some new rope. It was only the work of a few minutes to cut the rope to size, attach the clips, and put the pole back up. Up went the flag as quick as I could raise it, then down slowly, very slowly, to half mast. And that's that.
You never know what kind of odd jobs you'll have to do in a given day, from explaining the doctrine of the holy Trinity to a bit of ropework. Ministry will take everything you've got that you can give.