- i'm still here.
- visitors, visitors, visitors: my mom, my sister (who i haven't seen in 1.5 years b/c she lives literally halfway around the world), the in-laws, the sister-in-law, the brother-in-law. not all at the same time. the mr and i refused to travel after last year. it's just not a good time for a pastor to 'get away,' particularly if you're stuck with preaching the sunday after christmas (which i have been for the past two years... got to love being an associate at a larger church. i mean, would the world truly end if the congregation was left to their own devices? then again, i really like preaching sundays that returning college students are here).
- woke up on advent 4 at 3 a.m. to the mr puking. he looked awful all of sunday but didn't throw up again and was eating again by christmas eve.
- will never again have to preach my first christmas eve sermon. ever. yay. i ditched the notes halfway through and walked out of the pulpit. gasp! i've done that all of... twice, both occasions when someone died (once during a wedding!) and the pulpit felt too removed (it's very statuesque).
- have decided that netflix's watching videos instantly on the computer is pretty much the best thing ever, when your brain is too mushy to read. on wednesday and thursday, i watched hours and hours of the office, puccini 4 beginners (not so great), and sense @nd sensibility.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
the post about after christmas
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Ugh. We had the advent pukies the week before. I hope you get a chance to relax a little over New Years.
I am also preaching tomorrow -- Associate Pastor Sunday at Big Church... lol
Oh, I was also in church today, although we ditched the sermon and baptised an infant instead, thinking that the sacrament could kind of talk for itself. We were right :o)
Thanks for your comment on my blog, this goes to show I should write in English more often (oh, the angst).
And about preaching Christmas...Almost eight years into ministry, I've only NOT preached at the midnight mass once. And I love it! It's harder than most Sundays, but it's, well, gratifying. Hope you felt that too!
Love from across the pond! Maria
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