June 23rd, 2007

his friend Jesus

One damp thing after another

It's a rainy day in South Central Indiana. We are getting ready to go to our nephew's wedding at a gazebo on the other side of town. Not a good day for an outdoor wedding, but as they say, "into each life a little rain must fall."

After wedding and lunch, we have to scuttle back to the church for a 50th Wedding Anniversary reception for a couple of parishioners. It makes me think that most of us at nephew's wedding won't be around for their 50th, assuming they make it.

My standard gift for weddings is a cast iron skillet. I always say, it'll outlast the marriage. Even if said marriage lasts the rest of their lives. I hope Peter and Hannah's marriage lasts, but I wouldn't lay odds on much of anything, any more.

I'm also not looking forward to the wedding itself, being the orthodox, traditional sort I am. I doubt that they want any sort of standard brand God blessing their nuptials. So I'm posting Zoidberg as my userpic, from that famous episode of Santa Claus's trial, where one character after another burst into the courtroom saying, "I'm Santa Claus!" "No, I'm Santa Claus!" Zoidberg burst in last, crying out, "And I'm his friend, Jesus!"

I'll bet Zoidberg could do a cool wedding. Woobwoobwoobwoob.
saxon cross

Scrambling for the door, as usual

I'm getting last-minute things done tonight. The youth are leaving right after worship tomorrow morning for White Oak, Tennessee, for a week-long mission trip. I'm leading the parade. I imagine I'll be near a state of nervous prostration by the time I get the show on the road. But that's ministry.

My prayer for tomorrow is that of Sir Jacob Astley, which he offered before the Battle of Edgehill in 1642:
O Lord! thou knowest how busy I must be this day:
if I forget thee, do not thou forget me.

Don't expect I'll be able to post anything or read anything on LJ for the next week.