So... today was, shall we say... interesting? Got up at 6 a.m. and went jogging for 45 minutes. This is something I do every Sunday morning as I think it is a good way to get ready to lead the morning worship services. By 8:15 a.m. I was out the door to the first church. By 10:15 a.m. I was in the road to my next church. By 12:30 a.m. I was back home helping my wife clean the house as we had the parsonage committee coming over later in the afternoon. This is where it got interesting. I have a Boker made reproduction of the WWII era V-42 which I think is a very practical tactical letter opener. I picked it up and immediately knew I'd made a big mistake. I could see the snap was open. The knife slipped out of the sheath, made a neat little 180 degree turn and buried it's razor sharp tip in the top of my left foot.
I've been stuck with a lot of things in my life... re-bar, a piece of a axle, assorted sharp pieces of wood, etc. One three occasions I've had clients or troubled teenagers try to use a butcher knife on me. Once a man tried to get my attention with a 2x4 studded with nails. And one afternoon in the summer before I got married, I had some excitement with a chainsaw while I was on the job at a customers home. But, I've never had a really sharp knife stuck in my foot.
When something like that is stuck in your foot, it is easy not to get excited and try to take a step. Really it is. What's hard is not jerking that thing out since you don't know what you've cut inside. In my case, my wife (wonderful woman! Got nerves of steel!) walked into the bedroom, looked at it and said, "This is going to hurt!" As a nurse working at a prison she's seen umpteen instances of people who have been cut and stabbed in all sorts of creative way. In short order she extracted my tactical letter opener from my foot, examined the surprisingly neat wound, checked to see that I could move my toes, etc. and then pulled it all together with steri-strips. A bandage to soak up any blood and I was out the door to my next worship service. We got back home at 4:30... just in time for the parsonage committee to arrive. By 6 p.m. everyone was out the door and we were, I thought, finished for the day.
Then... the phone rang. A church member asked if I could help with their cat. It had gotten out by a fence and gotten killed. He was all upset. His wife was all upset. He asked if I could get the dead cat for them. Given their physical condition... I of course say I'd help. So... out the door I go to find the dead cat and bring it back to their house. About 9 p.m. I finally got home. I figured what else could happen? I got cleaned up and got ready to watch a movie. I checked the e-mail. In the inbox was a note from a church member. Given what the rest of the day had been like, I had no idea what that e-mail might say. It's ominous title was, "Sermon." Upon opening it, I found a very much appreciated couple of paragraphs complementing me on one of the morning worship services and on the sermon I delivered. Imagine that! I began preaching in 1976 while I was in high school. In that time there have been many casual compliments made. But there have been very few people who sat down and wrote thoughtfully to express appreciation for a message I've delivered or a service I've led.
It is now 10:37 p.m. I've finally had some supper and I am watching the movie I'd earlier started. This particular Sunday has been rather eventful. No one talked about such things as this when I was in seminary. I am hoping that tomorrow is a little more sedate. I've had enough fun and games for today!
I've been stuck with a lot of things in my life... re-bar, a piece of a axle, assorted sharp pieces of wood, etc. One three occasions I've had clients or troubled teenagers try to use a butcher knife on me. Once a man tried to get my attention with a 2x4 studded with nails. And one afternoon in the summer before I got married, I had some excitement with a chainsaw while I was on the job at a customers home. But, I've never had a really sharp knife stuck in my foot.
When something like that is stuck in your foot, it is easy not to get excited and try to take a step. Really it is. What's hard is not jerking that thing out since you don't know what you've cut inside. In my case, my wife (wonderful woman! Got nerves of steel!) walked into the bedroom, looked at it and said, "This is going to hurt!" As a nurse working at a prison she's seen umpteen instances of people who have been cut and stabbed in all sorts of creative way. In short order she extracted my tactical letter opener from my foot, examined the surprisingly neat wound, checked to see that I could move my toes, etc. and then pulled it all together with steri-strips. A bandage to soak up any blood and I was out the door to my next worship service. We got back home at 4:30... just in time for the parsonage committee to arrive. By 6 p.m. everyone was out the door and we were, I thought, finished for the day.
Then... the phone rang. A church member asked if I could help with their cat. It had gotten out by a fence and gotten killed. He was all upset. His wife was all upset. He asked if I could get the dead cat for them. Given their physical condition... I of course say I'd help. So... out the door I go to find the dead cat and bring it back to their house. About 9 p.m. I finally got home. I figured what else could happen? I got cleaned up and got ready to watch a movie. I checked the e-mail. In the inbox was a note from a church member. Given what the rest of the day had been like, I had no idea what that e-mail might say. It's ominous title was, "Sermon." Upon opening it, I found a very much appreciated couple of paragraphs complementing me on one of the morning worship services and on the sermon I delivered. Imagine that! I began preaching in 1976 while I was in high school. In that time there have been many casual compliments made. But there have been very few people who sat down and wrote thoughtfully to express appreciation for a message I've delivered or a service I've led.
It is now 10:37 p.m. I've finally had some supper and I am watching the movie I'd earlier started. This particular Sunday has been rather eventful. No one talked about such things as this when I was in seminary. I am hoping that tomorrow is a little more sedate. I've had enough fun and games for today!