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Date: 03 October 2005 15:56:00
To those Wibloggers I met on the weekend I send greetings and salutations. I also bring news of my new role as a national media star.
Yesterday's service was the weirdest Communion Service I've been too. Everyone knows that the first Sunday of each month is communion. Normally our communion elements are sorted our by Munchkin Lady, our organist. Unfortunately, she is currently on a cruise around the Med with Alcatraz Nutter, last seen pulling the plug on Venice.
Pastor Chugabug was in something of a tis, as I arrived from a night spent indulging in a riotous consumption of sport. "Who did Munchkin arrange to do the communion?" I was asked. "I knoweth not," says I. "Didn't you think to bring the elemnts?"
So Communion has been postponed until next week.
Sundady School saw the 100% increase in my Sunday School class. Both Piggy Back and Bendy Guide were in attendence. Unfortunately, just as we get too the meaty bit the service ends outside. It seems that there was no way to stretch out the srvice to fill the gap left by a missing Communion.
The service was followed by me, among others, being interviewed for next month's Home Mission prayer tape. From what I gather, my revelations of sordid goings on and adulterous endeavours, was just what they wanted. Or maybe it was the way I made the chapel and the work we do sound exciting. If your church gets a copy you may hear my soft, voice speaking (as if you enjoy that sort of thing).
Following a terrible lunch hour, where I was forced to cook for myself (Sport Hater being otherwise engaged with "friends"), I took the opportunity of indulging my need for more sport. Having been gripped by the excitement of the match I promptly fell asleep, waking in time for the goal. I then fell asleep again, actually it was prayerful meditation, waking to find I was already 10 minutes late for youth group.
Arriving somewhat stressed I found that we only had 3 attendees. It being a sunny day, something not seen in cities too our West very often, Chugabug decided that a visit too the park and McD's would be most constructive.
Now there are many things that are the fault of Satan - Man Utd, people who dislike sport, Swansea and cabbages - but the greatest evil is McD. This is truly evil incarnate. It has the nutritional values of styrofoam and even the "healthy" alternatives are overloaded with fat. Why would someone want too take kids there?
After a playful session we headed off to McD. As we walked through the park there was a loud blast from a horn and a crunch. Pastor Chugabug had had the misfortune of reversing out of a parking space, where you couldn't see oncoming traffic, into the side of a car. Why the other driver had not stopped, being able too see her car reversing, still surprises me.
I don't think that my subsequent comment that I'd headed on before her, as I felt worried about travelling behind, went down too well.
And so the day ends with me having to race across town to collect the trouble and strife and go home.