The Sixth Sunday of Pentecost
I have to admit I arrived at Mass last Sunday expecting the worse. I thought for sure I was an usher and I knew for sure I would be late. I steeled myself for an icy glance from Usher Lady as I slipped in by the Parish Hall entrance. An older African-American lady offered me an Order of Worship and I declined it until I could check my name on the bulletin board. When I came back, the lady asked me "You're not on?". When I answered, "No.", she said, "Neither was I."
The rest of the service went quickly. I sat way in the back, hoping Crosby would come in late. But, his whole family seems to have taken the weekend off.
New Peter (for want of a better avatar) was back. We exchanged peace signs. And, of course, there was Paradise. The two of us would spend Coffee Hour competing for New Peter's attention and, even though there isn't a gay bone in his body, that didn't stop us from trying to keep up our skills.
Rev. Kate gave the sermon. She said, The Rector was addressing a group of Presbyterians, "only, he refers to them just as Protestants." She urged us to keep him in our prayers "as he addresses the Protestants."
Her sermon was based, in part, on Galatians 6:2, ("Bear one another's burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ") and gave a wonderful descsription of climbing Mount Rainier wile tied by rope to a dozen other climbers. Basically, no one could climb too fast or too slow without endangering the whole group. It was a wonderful exercise in patience, fortitude and endurance.
I decided half way down the aisle that I'd better not take Communion, having just dropped the F-bomb on Donald Trump.
Coffee Hour went very well. Not only was sitting and relaxing with New Peter a treat, but, I made nice contact with Jem and with Susan from my EFM class.
Later, Paradise would provide a running commentary as I tried to do somme food shopping at the Associated.
Visited three nursing homes later that afternoon with Big Brother.
The rest of the service went quickly. I sat way in the back, hoping Crosby would come in late. But, his whole family seems to have taken the weekend off.
New Peter (for want of a better avatar) was back. We exchanged peace signs. And, of course, there was Paradise. The two of us would spend Coffee Hour competing for New Peter's attention and, even though there isn't a gay bone in his body, that didn't stop us from trying to keep up our skills.
Rev. Kate gave the sermon. She said, The Rector was addressing a group of Presbyterians, "only, he refers to them just as Protestants." She urged us to keep him in our prayers "as he addresses the Protestants."
Her sermon was based, in part, on Galatians 6:2, ("Bear one another's burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ") and gave a wonderful descsription of climbing Mount Rainier wile tied by rope to a dozen other climbers. Basically, no one could climb too fast or too slow without endangering the whole group. It was a wonderful exercise in patience, fortitude and endurance.
I decided half way down the aisle that I'd better not take Communion, having just dropped the F-bomb on Donald Trump.
Coffee Hour went very well. Not only was sitting and relaxing with New Peter a treat, but, I made nice contact with Jem and with Susan from my EFM class.
Later, Paradise would provide a running commentary as I tried to do somme food shopping at the Associated.
Visited three nursing homes later that afternoon with Big Brother.