Wednesday, March 11, 2009
The bishop is coming! The bishop is coming!
I have to clean and think of something amazing to cook for dinner and instruct my children as to the correct protocol during this exciting time. (That just means that Romulus will not be allowed to run naked, Elphine and Alouiscious will not be allowed to interrupt, and those of us who can't keep from throwing food-Gladys-will have an early dinner and go to bed). Also, I want to cram the bulletin in early so I can enjoy all the festivities. So blogging will be light.
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If it's Bishop Atwood, when your children misbehave you can tell him they're pretending to be young AF fighter pilots. He will like that!
Enjoy the visit!
Sorry, but the first thing I thought was
"To arms, to arms!"
Anne+, you are a true gift!!! Even though I know all about Bishops visiting with children, my first reaction is let Grace throw, and let all the rest of the usual Kennedyisms flow...they have been through an enormously chaotic transition. It is a testimony to you and Matt that theya aren't mute, sitting in a corner sucking their thumbs!!!
You guys are heroes to so many. And so are your precious kids.
Blessings,
kate
A lady I knew told me a story from her childhood as the daughter of an Anglican Priest in the UK. One Sunday the bishop was coming and would have dinner with the Rector and family at the Rectory. The children were admonished by their mother not to slup their soup. When the sat down to dinner and the soup course was served, the bishop picked up his spoon, withdrew a spoonful of soup from his bowl and proceeded to slup it down quite noisily. She and her sister both look at their mother who had a ghastly look on her face. The girls both had a good laugh afterwards over the matter.
MAKE A BISHOPS STEW ALONG WITH BISHOPS BREAD AND FOR DESSERT HAVE BISHOPS PIE.
ART+
A funny antidote from Bishop Albert Vun of Malaysia. He said that a bishop visited a parish and took the parish priest's son on his lap. The young child said you can answer my mother's question, every morning she says to my father, "Please tell me how this man became a bishop!"
I enjoyed the bishop's sermon. Please tell us about the visit!
My bishop has been a personal friend for many years and is a regular guest. The only special treatment is my wife's cookies that his wife would prefer he would avoid.
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