Saturday was running around and working on music and then at four pm Paul and I went off to join Tom and Peggy and Cindy at the housefilk at the home of Michael and Susan, who PUT ON A FEAST OF HOBBIT PROPORTIONS and hospitality likewise, and greeted our every song with warm demonstrations of happiness that we would come into their (unbelievable, amazing, fabulous) home and play LIVE MUSIC with a BASS and MANDOLIN and duelling 12 strings. Like that. We sang and played for six hours and then talked politics and honestly, if I didn’t have to make soup the next day for church (which didn’t work, but fortunately the loaves and the fishes did their things) I wouldn’t have wanted to leave. SO many beautiful books on the walls, books to the ceiling, books up the stairs. Ah, me. Felt like home, anyway.
Then Sunday where we went to Kobatfalva in our minds, which is our partner church in Romania. They are amused to know that we are rich and have no church, and they are poor (I mean subsistence farmer poor) and have a bell tower on THEIR church (which we helped pay for, mind you). Then a 3 hour congregational meeting which I won’t talk about because I’m still processing. I also made biscotti and brought half to church and half to work. Ministry, folks, it’s all about ministry, and ministry without food is no ministry at all. Primates is primates.
Figured out how I’m going to frame the 13th February homily. Bwa ha ha is all I will say.
Then I cleaned up the kitchen so Jeff won’t go BLEAUGH when he gets home from Victoria today, and went to work. Not a restful weekend, but a good one, and my back is KILLING me with those stupid chairs at church. Grr.