Thursday yet again.

The Master


The dreaded meeting last night was positive, cordial, and -- TBTG -- BRIEF.

Not to go into too much detail, but Most Holy and Undivided has been owed a significant amount of money, increasing over the last year. One of our "receivables" didn't get "received." And the result was confrontation with the non-paying parties.

On to the next set of crises. The snow has all but disappeared, again, and the streets are mostly dry...I've been reminded in comments on yesterday's post that we HAVE permeable paving strategies and technologies in our grasp already, and I'm glad.

Writing notes on Julian of Norwich for the conference May 1st - 3rd. Writing notes for Low Sunday sermon. Writing notes for a letter of reference in support of application to a Master's program in Theological Studies on the part of a parishioner whom I baptized not ALL that long ago. A thought to warm one's hands, and heart, at.

Yes, that's a preposition, there, at the end of the sentence. Make the most of it. One of the minor DELIGHTS of preaching on Easter Sunday morning was that the Gospel Book, from which I read in pompous-glorious formality in the midst of the congregation, has Jesus saying, "For whom are you looking?" while the version of the Gospel printed in the leaflet which the congregation was clutching to its collective bosom read, "Whom are you looking for?"

And you know what? I'll bet he didn't say either of those things. Well, OK, "whom seekest thou?" -- yes, that I can believe. But I keep thinking of Thurber's strictures on the use of "whom."

Hey there's a thought...let's rename "Thursday" and call it "Thurber" instead.