Just a normal week out in the vineyard
Well, I go to see the surgeon tomorrow to set a date, I hope. I told my congregation I was giving up my gall bladder for Lent. The chair of the Council Jamboree in October may call in the afternoon, he said, to talk chaplaincy for that event. Monday evening is Boy Scouts, where I need to recruit a couple-three helpers for Saturday.
Tuesday has a dental appointment stuck right in the middle of it. Like I need more medical care this week.
Wednesday is busy, anyway, with noon Bible study and evening choir practice. Got an appointment in the office that afternoon, too.
Thursday, I have a business lunch, plus that's Deanne's birthday, so need to go shopping for a present.
Friday evening, gotta go shopping for the next day's doin's. I'll have to do a bunch of prep work, too.Saturday
is Crazyville. Cooking for a men's breakfast in the morning for which I am also the speaker. Then, the kickoff meeting for the Fruitful Congregations Journey is that day in Greencastle from 9-1. The Venturers gather late afternoon to cook and serve the Wapehani District Recognition Dinner that evening.
And somewhere in all those unmaneuverables, there's a sermon to write and we've got someone in intensive care with a stroke right now, and I haven't been out to my cabin to check on things in over two weeks. Don't know how God will get me through it all, but I'm sure he will, though I take C.S. Lewis's poem as a warning:
All things (e.g. a camel's journey through
A needle's eye) are possible, it's true.
But picture how the camel feels, squeezed out
In one long bloody thread from tail to snout.