Art made us the cherry wood Shaker table for our civil union eleven years ago. I was floored when he took us into the guest house at Mission Farm to show us the table that he had made. Art formerly worked for NASA on the shuttles.
All this is getting crammed into a house that is 19x19 feet. Very Salvadoran in size.
Meanwhile, I putter because in the eleven days remaining, I have:
two choir rehearsals
two Thursday morning HEs
two Sunday mornings (one with the usual track race of 8.00, 9.00 and 10.00 and one with only one service)
one last vestry meeting Thursday
exit interview Friday
meeting with the altar guild Saturday
transformational team vision summit next Thursday
wake in the chapel Friday next
funeral and interment Saturday next
saying goodbye to elders in the congregation
and whatever else might present itself
Thursday 17 November will be three years to the date that I moved out of the rectory in Northfield. It all has gone by so quickly.
4 comments:
Caminate,I have read your blog with interest for a long time - since the days of Ecunet. As a pastor's wife I have experienced how difficult congregational politics can be and the hurtful things that happen to clergy. I keep you in my thoughts and prayers as you go through this difficult transition.
Three years? It has gone quickly as an observer and one time visitor. You know you have my prayers. I am so sorry.
Thanks, Marilyn. You speak from experience and I am sorry for what you have had to endure in congregational life.
I wish I could give you a heartfelt hug. This sucks (precise theological term)
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