May 6th, 2006


A (sort of) quiet morning

collinsmom and I went out last night with friends we originally met through Walk to Emmaus. We had a fine dinner at Jack Quinn's in Covington. But it made a late evening for me on top of a long and stressful day.

I took siege to the bus station for an out-of-town trip. He was late getting ready (as usual), so I was hustling to get him to the station on time. My gas gauge was riding the Big Red E, so reluctantly I pulled over in Cincy to get gas. My engine had been running rough, so I bought premium. The attendant offered to check my oil -- who does that, nowadays? -- so I said yes. Turns out I was three quarts low. Yikes! Gotta get THAT checked out this week. Oh, and the bill was $55 for a fillup and 3Qt oil. I had, like, ten bucks on me, so I just threw it onto the ol' credit card and ran down the road. Got my passenger to the station with only minutes to spare. Returned home, where my telephone rang all day, with one thing and another.

So this morning, I got up early and I've been piddling around in my scivvies. Called the Bloomington DS first thing and filled his ear RE: housing at Yonder UMC. My predecessor is quite the fast-talking, no-problem, just-how-it-is kind of guy to talk to. So I made sure the DS understood what I thought about moving twice in six months: that's crazy. I may eventually have to do it, but before I get on the scene and have to deal with whatever deal's been cooked, I figured I'd better let the boss know that I do have something to say about this.

So we still don't know what our address will be, nor much else. The insanity continues. Pray for us.

Gotta mow the front lawn today and hassle around the church office for an hour. Then we have the rest of the day to blow, just the two of us (oh, yeah -- and the animules).

Throw the kitchen sink on there while you're at it

It was a beautiful spring day, but I didn't get out much in it. I got a call early this morning that a very sick parishioner had died this morning.

When I went to the office to grind out the worship bulletin and handle mail & messages, there was one answering machine message about a woman in the local hospital and another about a child in Children's Hospital's psych unit. I called that_guy_zach to go round the local hospital to catch up with the one lady; meanwhile, I went to see the new widow. I just got a call from the mother of the boy in the psych unit. She's new to this drill, worried that if I go visiting it'll cut into her time. I explained that clergy can slip in at other times, but with the regs we currently have in place, she has to put me on his visitors' list, or they won't even confirm to me that he's there.

Personal crises and pastoral care issues don't wait for you to get un-busy. They just happen when they happen. For the people they happen to, of course, they're huge things, scary things. For the pastor, they are that, too, but also things that need responses that have to be shoehorned into a day where the grass needs to be mowed and the dog walked, paper pushed, and time spent with one's spouse. But now we're coming into the end of the day, and all needs (for this day) have been met and answered.

I'm just glad tomorrow's sermon was written eleven years ago (open can, add heat, serve). I'd really be freaking out if I still had a message to finish (though I do think I need to bop over to Florence briefly, so I think I'll sign off).