It's a long story.
Two weeks ago, just as the sermon was about to start,
I was looking at the Communion table going,
'Huh, where's the cloth?'
Then I realized it was on my ironing board at home.
Yes, I had brought it home after the little kids
spilled grape juice on it. All clean and white
and the iron was ON.
I ran downstairs and tried to call home
but our phone was OFF.
So: drove home, turned off the iron,
drove back, missed half the sermon.
Becky took excellent notes but I lost them.
So for this week,
a sermon, not Pastor Rich's, Haiku:
Sun shines through the clouds
This morning's harvest is peace
Stand still, hear His voice.