Sunday, October 25, 2009
There's my empty pew. This morning, I ran so late that I was tempted to stay home. I overslept, and I did not make the Sunday school class. It seems that the only time I arrive before the service begins is when I go to the earlier class. As a parishioner, I'm, no doubt, the bane of my rector AND my fellow parishioners, who'd prefer a more punctual attendee.
In gauging how long certain tasks will take, tasks such as taking a shower and getting dressed, I seem to have a deficit. And the clock! In some instances, time flies, and in others time drags. How does one tell whether time will fly or drag?
However, because I was hungry for the Bread of Heaven and thirsty for the Cup of Salvation, (No irony here!) I went anyway, tardy as I was, and arrived as the priest was reading the Gospel. Shame on me! I stood quietly in the back until the rector finished reading, and then slinked into my place as the congregation sang the "Celtic Alleluia".
Today, I did not break my record for tardiness and disturbing the congregation. That record still stands at Tobias' church, St. James in the Bronx, when I embarrassed myself beyond belief. On that occasion, I partly blame the New York subway system for closing down subway stations on weekends and the Bronx for being so far from where I was staying in Midtwon Manhattan.
I hope that Tobias and his congregation have tucked that occasion into the place called "Memories I Can't Recall". Bless their hearts!