So one of my personal demons is the terror that I’ve misunderstood something important that someone’s told me — whether it’s what time or where we are to meet, or something more significant like, “Hey, Dave, we want you to serve on the Vestry at the church.” I mean, if I rely on my memory of just a single instance of it happening, I start being plagued by doubts. Did I remember what was said correctly? Did I misinterpret? Did the person make a mistake in telling me? This all goes back to my real fear, which is appearing ridiculous, but that’s a much longer story …
Anyway, since Fr. John asked me to join the Vestry at Good Shepherd, there’s been no other sign that it happened. My name hasn’t appeared on the mailboxes at the church. John hasn’t said anything further about it, nor has anyone else. There’s been no annoucement at services.
So, given the above, I cling to the fact that I actually entered the next meeting, Tuesday, into my Palm to convince me that it really happened.
Well, I just got an e-mail with a spreadsheet on “the preliminary Income Statement for February 2002” from the church treasurer. I guess that counts as confirmation.