in which I come home and lie on the couchSinuses. Who needs 'em?
So in my bleary tv-watching, decongestant/antihistamine/ibuprofen haze, I start to wonder what it would be like if we were judged on our performance as clergy the way that figure skaters are dissected live and on television.
"Boy, her manual acts aren't that clean tonight."
"He's nailed that Sursum Corda in his last two communion services; let's see how he does today."
"She'll pick up those extra bonus points for the smooth transition between the Ministry of the Word and the Ministry of the Table."
Going to bed now.