I’ve been feeling really overwhelmed of late — business travel, dying PC, busy-busy at home, loads of projects at work. Another business trip coming up at the end of next week forced me to delay once again the second meeting of my supers game, leaving me to crankily grump, “It’s enough to make me quit volunteering for stuff.”
Flash back to January. I was running for the Vestry (the local “civilian” council that runs our church‘s business), and, of the four candidates running for three positions, I was … number 4 in the election.
Now flash forward to last night. There I am at church, lending my booming baritone to a “dinner show” (don’t ask) and Fr. John pulls me aside casually and says something along the lines of, “This is going to come out of left field, but Fred Smith has resigned from the Vestry, and you’re next in line, so would you like to be a member?”
Cue sound of little cogs stripping off of little gears in Dave’s head.
Of course, I said, “Yes, I’d be honored.”
Yeah, I’ll stop volunteering for stuff. Sure. Uh … maybe next week.
Or (to keep the church theme going), as St. Augustine said, pre-conversion, Da mini castitatem et continentiam sed noli modo (usually translated as, “Lord, make me chaste … but not yet”).