Speaking of humor (which I did on my earlier post), I encountered it at church last night. I arrived at church early so that I could partake of some of the soup that has been made available on Wednesdays during Lent before heading upstairs for the vespers service. Having been handed a bowl of the stuff, I noticed that there was some hot sauce sitting nearby. The pastors lovely wife, Kim saw me eye this particular article and declared to me, It isnt hot. So I dumped a glassful into my tiny little bowl of gruel just to see how it tasted. She was right. It was NOT hot and I said so. It seems that Kim and I both have the same burned-to-death taste buds and cannot, therefore, taste spicy things. On the other hand, I have found that Scandinavian-ancestry Minnesotans cannot tolerate anything hotter than a teeny pinch of black pepper in a bathtubs worth of soup without having to drink a gallon of milk. Kim and I can commiserate with each other in that. After my meal, I wandered upstairs to enjoy vespers. My sweet little butt-cheeks had not even begun to settle in the pew before the pastor announced that there was a need for an acolyte for the evening. Since no one was rushing forward with raised hand, that was my cue that it was time to head back to the dressing sacristy and robe up with alb and cincture. Once again Brother Bob would be found on his knees in the chancel looking out rather than on his fanny in the nave looking in. At least I would be close to the incense with its lovely fragrance. And to think that Rhynda Landt had just asked me earlier, Well, what are YOU doing tonight? My response was, Nothing! Im a free man! I thought that I had heard a voice somewhere in the dark air above me say, Well, well see about THAT. God has his own sense of humor; I was NOT necessarily amused.
Posted on: Fri, 04 Apr 2014 00:17:04 +0000
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