...after my first week of life at the Synod's International Center. I have to confess: I LOVED IT. Don't get me wrong: I'm still totally lost and over my head. I figure that will take a while to sort out. But what joys. Conversations with Barb, with Chris, with Annette, with Tina, with Jon, with Bart, with Henry, with Rich, with Ben, with Albert, with Al, with Terry H and Terry D and the list goes on and on. I left Rachel out because mostly it's not conversations at this point: she's the instructor and I'm her very learning challenged pupil. But she is a woman of remarkable patience and tact.
Getting a glimpse of the Synod's wide reach and work has also been an eye-opener. I've encountered a number of items that I said: Hmm, I didn't know we DID that and I wish I had known it when I was a parish pastor.
What surprised me most? All the laughter. There was a great deal of joy in that place. I don't think I expected that, but I should have. Of course, I think that our National Missions must top the place in joy. Let's just say I was delighted at our first ONM meeting - our jovial leader sets the tone. But Bill C runs him a close second.
What frustrated me most? How fast each day flew! I'd look up and think: "Goodness! It can't be that late already!!!" I've got a pile of things to attend to already on Monday morning, but they'll have to wait till AFTER the official Installation Service.
Anywho, the first week under the belt - and slowly, ever so slowly, starting to acclimate. Now, for some cards and to beat Jo in liverpool - first things first, after all.
Christ is risen! He is risen indeed! Alleluia!