Talk about the Power of Prayer...!

So tonight I was on one of the longest phone calls I've ever had with Agnes. I finally had it, so I prayed softly, "Dear LORD please make Agnes shut up about the Young and the Restless, and I'll give up my steamy novels for a month in return!"

Sure enough, Agnes said, "Oh Madge, I need to go, I have a phone call coming in on the other line, it may be my daughter, I'll tell you about the rest of the story tomorrow over lunch!"

So how about that?! And I thought God was sick of hearing from me by now! So a deal's a deal, folks. No steamy novels till Thanksgiving, and tomorrow I'll be in roast beef heaven so Agnes can yap all she wants about that damn TV show.

I guess I finally got a win-win deal. It only took 76 years!

Good Lord!

I just can't stand that new organist! For the last several Sundays he has played loud, boisterous pieces that sound worse than nails on a chalkboard! Oh well, at least the sermon was a good one: on loving your neighbors and helping those in need. It's a message we all need to hear time and again.

Now, I need to get going, Agnes, Betty, and I are off to St. Ann's to play bingo!

Trinity Sunday

Today was Trinity Sunday. The procession at church included the burning of incense, which I like, but did that priest have to fog up the whole sanctuary with it? I am old, I have a hard time breathing on my own as it is.

My dress smells of the stuff, but honestly, that's ok. I love it. Just not in excess.

Why I like being Episcopalian...

Because we got half the Catholic and twice the fun!

Looks like the church has cut their budget.

Because now after the 9 am service we have stale, day old bran muffins and coffee so tasteless that if you ran it under the faucet it would add more flavor.

Looks like I'll need to tithe more than ten percent if I want to have decent refreshments after I sit on a hard wood bench for an hour and a half.

At least today they used the good wine for communion.

Today being Saturday means...

Tomorrow is Sunday, and that means I have to go in for my weekly choking on stale communion wafers and wine so sweet it would choke the Savior himself!

Somedays I wonder why my folks insisted on dragging me to the Episcopal church? Ah what the hell. I am too old to change religions.