Wednesday

  • Task planning and some email processing at home. Then I got distracted by this article and the following comments, in which YFNB figures with some prominence. The times call for thickness of skin, do they not? Comments at the Facebook version of the same site are even more uplifting. So I didn't make it in to the office until around 9:30.
  • Morning Prayer in the cathedral.
  • Appointment with a retired priest of the diocese who wanted to discuss some plans and concerns.
  • Began work on refining the draft of my homily for this Sunday (St Stephen's, Harrisburg).
  • Attended and participated in (by giving the homily) the noon funeral for a prominent member of the cathedral congregation.
  • Lunch at home. Leftovers.
  • Finished the work on this Sunday's sermon. Because of the particular physical layout of St Stephen's, I can't conveniently use a pulpit or lectern, so I had to condense my script down to a fold half-sheet of letter size paper. This is actually more work than the usual routine.
  • Examined my fall calendar and blocked out some dates for a personal retreat in November.
  • Wired (via Western Union, right from my laptop) some funds to the Bishop of Tabora that will be put toward the expenses of his visit to us here in the diocese in October.
  • Reviewed and culled a large collection of photos taken by a cathedral parishioner at the Chrism Mass and Easter morning. Some of them are quite nice.
  • Evening Prayer in the cathedral.

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