Mary to Joseph: “Have you got a feeling we’re being followed?”*
Usually at this point on Christmas Eve I have everything meticulously organised, my bag is packed with service sheets, notice sheets, my sermon in an A5 presentation folder, and back-up intercessions prepared just in case I need to step in at the last moment.
This year, however, I’m getting drugged up to the eyeballs to try and see me through the midnight service without passing out, coughing myself into a stupour or excusing myself to visit the bathroom every 10 minutes. That wouldn’t be very festive.
Earlier this evening I reluctantly had to send my apologies for the Christingle Service and retired to bed instead. And then slept for three hours — so I obviously needed it. I now have to work out what I did with the sermon I printed out three days ago. My sermon — as if by magic — will appear on this blog at 23:30, when our midnight service starts.
(* Cartoon style: with apologies to Tony Husband, whose style I ripped off for these home-made cards a few years ago.)