A Sunday service with a difference!
God works in mysterious ways!
The Reverend Bolander made notes on his leather bound diary for tomorrows Sunday worship. His lips moved in silence as he copied sections of the ‘New Testament’ onto the A5 size paper. His wife walked past and gently squeezed his shoulder and said quietly,
“I am a member of your congregation Reverend I need some spiritual and physical attention tonight don’t be late to bed!”
Sandra kissed him on the ear and climbed the steep stairs in the 18th century Vicar’s Cottage. David Bolander looked at the paper in front of him and at the outlined sections and mumbled,
“God shows us the way. The parting of the Red sea. The Ten Commandments. Fishes and Loaves. Turn the other cheek. Yes we have enough to be going on with for the speech”
The Reverend and Sandra slept well. The alarm clock rang at 7.30 am. The Reverend got up showered and put on a tracksuit and jogged the half a mile to the church. The front doors were open and inside Mrs Ponsonby was putting flowers on the end of each Pew,
“Morning Mrs Ponsonby, the arrangements look wonderful today. I thought I would see you whilst I have my morning jog”
Mrs Ponsonby blushed and replied,
“Thank you Vicar all freshly picked from my garden and the free meadow on the hill top”
The Reverend replied,
“Well where ever they come from they are beautiful, well done I’ll see you at 9.45 am”
The Reverend carried on his jog and took mental notes about the village. The red phone box didn’t work anymore but the church Parishioners bought it off of British Telecom so as to save the look of the village green! And yes it added something he was glad his flock were as proud of their village as he was.
The Reverend arrived home at 9.00 am and had another shower and began the dressing ceremony that took at least 15 minutes. When he was happy with his look he went downstairs and Sandra was waiting for him in the stone floored kitchen she said,
“You look radiant Vicar! And very smartly turned out!”
She gave him a look from under her eyebrows and said quietly,
“Have you got everything you need?”
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