“God be in my head, and in my understanding; God be in my eyes, and in my looking; God be in my mouth, and in my speaking; God be in my heart, and in my thinking; God be at my end and my departing.”– Old Sarum Prayer, 1514.
12:30, Sunday Dec. 17. 35 degrees, rain, snow, southerly wind gusts so strong I couldn’t hold the camera to take a straight photo. Strong enough to almost knock us over. Strong enough to laugh, and shout or try to, some sort of conversation that involved swearing– and thinking this is nuts. But, we made it.
We walked later because I was busy earlier. Today is big day for the bell choir. We played during church and will play again this afternoon in the Holly Jolly Follies. We even had a practice at 8:30 in the Presbyterian church sanctuary. There are two songs and we have to switch bells between them (sharps to flats and visa-versa.) One of the high melody ringers forgot to. There was a clash that hurt our teeth, then she said, oh shit.
The director reminded us not say say shit if it happens during the service. He is a commercial fisherman, and added, that Jesus probably wouldn’t be shocked (but some elders would be) since he hung out with fishermen, and fishermen have been talking like that since before Christ.
