In the old days of blogging, I used to come home and blog about my day because I thought it was interesting. Usually it went something like this although sometimes I got overly enthusiastic like this.
These days I tend not to talk about my day because, no one reads my blog to find out about it. But in honour of the past, just once, I’m gonna do it. This was Thursday 9th February 2012.
I woke up this morning to the sounds of Adagio for Tron, which is my wake up music. Thank you Sleep Cycle App. It’s nice to wake up to if a little sad (the music not the app). I read my Bible in bed, which was bad because I kept drifting off and dreaming about Jeremiah. I guess dreaming about Jeremiah isn’t too bad, but sometimes it can be hard to figure out if Jeremiah really was at your primary school with you or if you just dreamt it.
I took my time this morning because to today was late arrival day at work. I went in at around 10. The traffic was pretty nice, but I had to park a long way from the office. I had two green bags full of commentaries on the books of Mark and John to carry with me too. I felt like a biblically literate homeless person. It was difficult holding the bags safely while standing on the median strip in middle of our local busy road. I was worried a car might clip one of my bags and drag me down the street grazing my knees, ruining my shirt and dashing my brains on the road surface. It would probably be the first time someone had ever been killed by a Bible commentary. If you get killed by a Bible commentary can you call it martyrdom? It is getting killed in the cause for Christ kinda.
I arrived at work a little before 10 just in time for Bible study. It was good.
Then I spent the day working. It was solid. I sent emails, did a little talk prep, made phone calls, booked visits, printed invoices, went to the post office. Boy, it was amazing. And I didn’t get distracted by Facebook or SMH once. Maybe more than once, but certainly not once.
On my way back from the post office I bought myself lunch. It was a chicken and salad roll from the Vietnamese hot bread shop. There are rumours that the pâté from the shop will make you poo excessively. I thought about trying it to see if the rumours are correct, but felt if I discovered the truth it might ruin the mystique of the shop, so I said “No pâté, thanks.”
During my lunch break I read a book on church planting for my church planting tripastorate (the three pastors) meeting tonight. I also sent some non-work emails.
At 6:15 it was almost time to go home. I broke one of my rules and did a work poo. I don’t really like pooing in my work place but there were very few people left in the office to smell my present’s presence so I relaxed the no-work-poo embargo. I also got changed while I was there out of my business clothes into my casual clothes.
At just past 6:30pm I left work. I walked all 13km back to the car and crossed at the lights seeing as I thought trying my luck with my voluptuous commentary carrying twice in one day was a little too much.
I drove to Pastor Scott’s* house via Caltex to pick up some over-priced soft drink. Just after leaving the petrol station a lady almost drove into me while turning right at some lights. She was coming from the other direction as I drove through the lights, she didn’t see me and almost smashed right into my side. After that I turned the invisibility switch on my car off because it’s too dangerous. Suburu’s do have a lot of neat gadgets though.
I arrived at Scott’s just after 7, Pastor Kaye* was already there. Scott was cooking us a barbie. He’s a real man. We ate then spent three and a half hours talking about Gotham City Church (the working title for our church). It was very exciting. Tonight we talked a lot about church government and how we want the church to function. We also spent a while discussing humour in our church, which I think others thought was a bit of a tangent, I felt it was a core theological issue. I think we decided some good things; racist jokes are out, poo jokes are probably still up for debate.
Still talking concretely about what we want the church to be like (everything from theology, to people we reach, to ministries we run, to how we run a service) was very exciting. It’s good to finally be getting really concrete. And it turns out we all agree on most things.
We finished our discussions and prayed then I drove home. I sent an email to some youth group parents for tomorrow and now I’m blogging.
That’s my day.
Don’t expect another one for these for 8 years, but at least now you know what I did today. You can finally stop wondering.
*We don’t call each other Pastor, but it’ll help you know who they are.
I try to poo at work because it is a nice little break from the desk, and then the government is paying me to poo.
Fact of the day. A circumflex, like in the word pate, indicates that there used to be an “s” just after the letter it is used on. Meaning pate used to be spelled and called “paste”.
“tripastorate” pfff, whatever. You guys are The Stool!