Last week was crazy busy. I returned from my trip to New York City and the United Nations Commission on the Status of Women, with a cold. The cold went from annoying to terrible. And yet I had so much work I had to do. Last Monday a tour group came to our church. 87 people on a day long "Historic House of Worship" tour. I had to be present to greet them and talk about our church.
Tuesday I had worship and two classes on our Lenten book, "Speaking of Sin" by Barbara Brown Taylor. So far the conversations around this book have been amazingly fruitful and engaging.
Wednesday I had my annual doctor's appointment with a fasting blood draw. Later that night we had our Lenten program at the parish, shared with the Lutheran church. Thursday I hosted the Bishop and a group of local clergy participating in "Fresh Start." Friday we had our picture taken for the new photo directory. Saturday I had to write a sermon. And Sunday was the time change and a full day of work.
This week will be just as busy, but at least my cold is gone. I was faithful in my use of Zicam, Airborne, and supplements of zinc, calcium, and B-complex.
It's a rainy day here but the rest of the week should be unseasonally Spring like. According to the weather "records" this kind of warm winter and early Spring comes about once a decade. But I still think global warming is at play.
Tuesday will be a local clericus meeting, then that night a book study group discussion. Our Lenten program on Wednesday will host Sybil MacBeth for "Praying In Color" - it will be delightful, I just hope a lot of people come. Thursday is a vestry meeting.Then, I plan to see Marcus Borg at a local congregation on Friday night and Saturday morning.
So. That's my week...what about yours?
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