Wednesday (Martyrs of Memphis)

  • Morning Prayer and devotions in the cathedral.
  • Made the necessary preparations to preside and preach at the midday Mass.
  • Assembled the Word file for Walt Born's funeral liturgy and emailed it off to those who are going to run with it from here.
  • Met with two lay leaders from one of our Eucharistic Communities over a substantive and sensitive matter.
  • Took the necessary steps to repurpose a sermon used in a prior year to be redeployed on September 20 at Emmanuel, Champaign.
  • Presided and preached at the midday Mass, keeping the lesser feast of Constance and Her Companions, the Martyrs of Memphis.
  • Ran a banking errand, picked up an Italian beef sandwich at ChiTown's Finest, and brought it home to eat.
  • While still eating (and watching the Cubs-Cardinals game with the sound muted), took a call from my colleague, the secretary of the Nashotah Board, as we lay plans for next month's board meeting.
  • Kept a 2:45 appointment with my primary care physician, as we follow up on some nagging issues that don't detract substantively from my quality of life, but which ... well, "nag."
  • Took an out-of-the-blue phone call from a member of the General Convention Youth Presence. She wanted to follow up on the brief "twittergate" storm that I was in the center of. It was a gracious and cordial conversation. We both remarked how everyone is more complex than 140 characters can convey.
  • Got to work amplifying and refining the two talks I'm set to give in the Diocese of Mississippi next week.
  • Evening Prayer in the cathedral.

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