A bunch of stuff came up at almost the last minute on Sunday, from the ridiculous (I forgot to get a blue stole out of storage in the sacristy) to the sublime (serious pastoral situation), and so I was running a little behind. “Better hurry, it’s almost time,” someone said, and I assured her I would be ready in time, if just barely. “And I’m pretty sure they won’t start without me,” I added.
And sadly realized—as I prepared to go preach an Advent sermon about waiting for new things to happen, which also touched on my own retirement—that old joke is one more thing I’ll be letting go of after March 1.
Blessed Advent, everyone!