My Gag

I was invited to try my hand at writing gags for the comic strip B.C.

Check out the B.C. strip this Saturday, 24 May. It's my gag!

http://www.creators.com/comics/bc.html

~emrys

PlayDate

One of the things we talked about wanting to do was schedule a day in October for us to meet again and have a play-date/check in/something. I have agreed to coordinate the date.

However, I came home to a matriarch admitted to Hospice Care and have been consumed by that, the details of having been gone and getting ready to leave again, another person who had a heart attack etc etc. SO...

Pick a date or dates in October that might be good for you to run away for a day and hang out with friends and colleagues in a central location yet to be decided. Put it in the comments below. I'll check in in a few days (or maybe when I get back from the festival of homiletics) and see who has not responded and send out e-mails with the same request.

I am now going to take a nap.

This Ain't My Call

Here's the lamenting limerick we came up with at EMI--to the tune of the Sloop John B (Kingston Trio, Beach Boys).

My grandfather told me, I’d love the ministry
So to serve the people of God, I got my MDiv
I found before long, Grandpa was wrong
He never told me how much, I’d have to give.

Refrain:
I padded my resume, filled out my PIF
Told my EP I just can’t handle it all
I wanted to preach, the Bible to teach
If this is ministry, then this ain’t my call.

The Treasurer seems sedate but she borrows from the offering plates
And the elders for twenty years won’t set it aright
They just won’t say, she needs to pay,
‘Cause she knows where their husbands go on Friday nights
Refrain

The choir’s at it again, they just won’t learn the new hymn
Choir director won’t plan in advance,
And old Mrs. Store, walked out the back door
The week we tried to include liturgical dance.
Refrain

The Clerk came to Session drunk, and my lay leader’s in a funk
He thinks the King James is the only version that’s true
The elders agree, they won’t listen to me
They say that “thee” and “thou” are better than you
Refrain

I gave a talk to the youth, and considered it uncouth
That while I spoke they texted all of their friends
They say they can hear, with buds in their ears
But I think their interest in me—is just for pretend.
Refrain

PW’s in a row with the guys from Building and Grounds
‘Cause they painted the kitchen walls a shade of bright lime
A head’s gonna roll over all of this bull
Now I’m afraid, that head’s gonna be mine

I polished my resume, spat on my PIF
Told my EP these jerks can have it all
They won’t let me teach, or listen when I preach:
People of God, my ass! This isn’t my call.

Then in an evening drear, the Spirit showed me so clear
Jesus with a cross enduring all the world’s shame
He looked in my eye, and said with a sigh
How do you love without bearing some pain?

So I left my resume, shredded my PIF
Told my EP that push has now come to shove
Jesus I’ll preach, and grace I will teach
My ministry will be a labour of love

~emrys