All right now! I DID manage to put myself to bed last night without the usual coma-in-front-of-the-TV; I was asleep by eleven; and at three-fifteen this morning, wide awake like Hooty the Owl. So I lay there and re-composed the sermon, to and fro, to and fro.
The regular routine prevailed at the early service (it's only twenty below and the new snow isn't all THAT deep); and then at 10:30 we had Morning Prayer and Litany, old style. The big trap in that liturgy is that the sermon comes just before the closing prayers, separated from the Gospel by the length--and it is length--of the Great Litany.
So I am in my usual liturgical fugue at the end of the Gospel; muscle memory is a wonderful thing; I approach chancel steps and automatically wheel smartly to the left and into the pulpit. Fortunately My Daughter the Alto was right on my heels to pluck me out of there and re-insert me in my prayer desk. ON with the Great Litany...round and round the church in a series of right-hand turns. And we managed not to turn the whole thing into a goat-sacrifice. No thanks to the Rector...
And we bade farewell to our young doctor who is away to Kandahar next weekend with the Canadian Army, part of the deployment from this garrison. Please keep him...and his lovely wife (she truly is) and their two great lanky beautiful teen-aged sons...in your prayers.
I need to find some lunch -- back mid-afternoon for a real tonsil-rattling Hymn Festival, here, with the local Lutheran college (Missouri Synod) and friends'n'relations.