Hanging in the Balance

So . . . we were visited by a Search Sub-committee from Far West Parish over this past weekend (yes, I did mention that in the previous post). It was a good visit, I think.

Where we live is . . . difficult . . . to get to if you have to travel here by air and over any long distance. But they weathered the travel fine and rolled into town about the time I was getting home from my football game.

They took the four of us (me, Mrs. Ref, The Kid and the new foreign exchange kid) out to dinner and we had a nice time chatting with each other. Nothing specific about their parish or my search process was brought up. It was much more of a meet and greet session.

Sunday service went well enough. The sermon didn't totally suck, and I think I managed to incorporate their situation, our situation and my situation into one, coherent sermon that related to those 99 sheep left in the wilderness.

And now I'm gearing up for our visit to Not West Parish at the end of the month. I should have a schedule from them by next week, so that will help my inner OCD gene. However, I did receive an e-mail from their search committee and they are requesting that I "send us one or two audio copies of your sermons; we can handle audiotape, CD, MP3, iTunes or DVD format."

Um . . . yeah . . . YOU might be able to handle that; not so much here. I replied that I would try to accommodate their request and record this Sunday's sermon. We'll see how this goes. I did mention, though, that they were free to read the last three years worth of sermons that are posted on our parish website.

Mrs. Ref said she thought she might be able to record the sermon on her digital camera and post that up somewhere for them to view. If so, I'll need to go get me some hair gel and work on my chicken walk.