A WEEK IN THE LIFE: TUESDAY

As if. Just look below; apart from buying a roll of stamps and putting a beef roast in the oven, that’s what I did with my Tuesday. About dang time I had a little time off, too.

A WEEK IN THE LIFE: MONDAY

Yep. Slept in seven whole minutes this morning. Must be my day off.
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A WEEK IN THE LIFE: SUNDAY

This is the only morning of the whole week I set an alarm, but it’s a doozy, going off at quarter after five. My usual Sunday morning MO involves wandering in a daze out to the living room, then falling asleep (again) to the early-early-early edition of “SportsCenter.” (Hey, I’d love to tell you that I wake up and immediately set to work coming up with a plan to eliminate world hunger, but last I checked, lying was still a sin.)
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A WEEK IN THE LIFE: SATURDAY

Saturday is undefined territory for us clerical types. It’s not exactly a day off, because Sunday is coming. But it’s not exactly a work day, either.
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A WEEK IN THE LIFE: FRIDAY

(Due to circumstances within my control, I’m starting it up again.)

Let us not speak of Thursday. Friday began, after a tempest-tossed and nearly sleepless night, at the same time (7:20) and under the same circumstances (me alone in the house).

I had a funeral today, for a woman whom I’ve never met. But I knew who she was. She’d been a custodian and Sunday-school teacher at our church for a few decades. She’d moved away and transferred her membership, but ours was still the church she considered “home.” And with good reason; she literally knew the ups and downs of every floor tile in the building.
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A WEEK IN THE LIFE: WEDNESDAY

Author’s note: I’ve wanted to do this for some time now, to tell the story of a life in the week of a pastor. I’m not doing so to toot my own horn or to say, “Gee, look at how hard I work.” I’m doing this because a lot of you probably don’t know what a pastor’s life is like, and who knows? Maybe you’re even interested.

(Submitted for today’s BELTWAY TRAFFIC JAM.)

Wednesday began at 7:42 Tuesday night, less than 10 minutes after my wife and I got home from a quick trip to Iowa for my grandmother’s 80th birthday. My church-council president called then, letting me know that one of our council members had experienced some complications during heart surgery.
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