Contrary to what the dental hygienist thought about my work week (she was quite surprised to learn I put in a full 40-hours and surprised again to learn they're not all spent on the sermon), there were a couple of technical aspects to worship that required my attention today.
In wee hours of the morning, I remembered that I needed to iron my alb; it simply wouldn't do to arrive in wrinkled vestments. Then, right before worship at Ravenswood, I was twisting and cutting a wire coat hanger to fashion a new arm wand for Puppet Jesus. I don't know if my sermon was any good, but everything else looked fine.
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