umm. . .wowSo', just an ordinary Sunday, two services, Adult Forum in the middle. I kept checking the computer at breaks to see if a new Presiding Bishop had been elected (it's hard not to think about white smoke and bells in this context).
In the afternoon, a stop at the OKC Knit Guild for the detailed announcement about the visit of the Yarn Harlot (July 25th, 6-8 p.m., a talk at the Village Library, followed by booksigning and reception at Gourmet Yarn Company--y'all come). I had to leave early to get to the Cathedral where I was officiating Evensong (they were short clergy today) and I was listening to NPR, blah, blah, blah, the Episcopal Church has just elected its first woman Presiding Bishop--just as I was pulling onto I-44--I almost went off the road.
Three years ago, I was in Minneapolis as an ECW delegate, and I remember the Sunday of General Convention very clearly. I went to the big convention Eucharist with a friend from my congregation, who was a deputy, and then I sat in the big hall to hear the Deputies debate the ratification of Gene Robinson's election. I had a strong sense of witnessing history--whichever way the vote came out. At dinner later in the week, one of the deputies said, as we were processing the fallout, "We shouldn't come back to Minneapolis for Convention for a long time--strange things always happen here" (Minneapolis was also the site for the approval of women's ordination, among other things. . .)
She'll have to add Columbus to that list, now.
Whatever one might think about the Episcopal Church, it is not dull. Not these days.