I just ran by the church (a habit of mine) and picked up a bulletin. We had a very busy day -- my eldest is now 11 years old. I had planned a party, sorta at the last minute. Well, actually, I conflated two different events. I looked on my calendar and saw the word "Bowling." When I was with my very non-traditional ladies group (we call ourselves the YHWH Sisterhood and our signature is wear fur collars -- I am sworn to secrecy, I cannot tell you why) I would think "Great, Bowling at 3:00." When talking to my daughter I would think "Great, Bowling at 3:00." It did not occur to me until Thursday that they were two different things that I meant by the one word "Bowling" in my calendar.
So, I reserved 4 lanes and ran with it. We had a blast. Birthday cake and fur collars. Wonderful. Ministry and family. After the first hour, the two groups mixed and mingled. A paradigm for my life.
Anyway, because we are so completely organized (ha!), I didn't have the foggest idea what I was doing in worship tomorrow until I read the bulletin a few minutes ago. It lists our retired minister as doing the pastoral prayer at the 8:30 service. Well.... he's out of town. Ok, I'll do it. It lists our ministry intern at leading the Prayer of Dedication. Well... we haven't heard from him since Christmas Eve. Ok, I'll do it, if he doesn't show. It list the 9 baptisms -- Well... the font is now at the back of the Sanctuary, where it's in the path as you enter. Well... OK. Time to figure it all out. Time to write a pastoral prayer and a prayer of dedication... related to baptism. Ok. Oh yeah, and it's my turn to get the donuts. Time to make the .... wait a minute. I'll get get take-out on that. Time to let Krispy Kreme make to donuts. Yeah.