To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven.

This has already been a busy week, here. A hectic pace is not anything unusual around here, of course; but the hectic has been in a good way.

Sunday was a day of gifts! First, an out-of-the-blue offering from a visitor (former treasurer of our diocese, now living out of state) of a new console organ to one church, which will replace one that is dying. Oh, were they excited! We also have begun to talk about some HUGE changes for this congregation, and they are not only willing, but excited about the opportunities those changes might present. (Once I chat with the bishop, I'll tell you more about that).

Then, the appearance at another church of a van-full of folks from the Special K Ranch, who have decided to adopt us as their parish family. This was their third trip out our way, and they plan to be regulars, every other week or so. God bless that little congregation, they were nothing but delighted at the new faces. No one said a word about any disruptions or odd moments; to the contrary, among the comments I heard was that "this is what the Body of Christ should look like." Amen!

Yesterday was the usual liturgical routine: setting up the bulletin for next week, choosing hymns, working on the Bible study I teach on Wednesday afternoons. . . standard administrative clergy stuff. We also had our regular "Lunch with the Vicar," and I ended the day my evening weights class.

And this combination of the joyful and mundane seems exactly the right way to remember the anniversary of my ordination.