Although I’ve volunteered whenever they have sent around those ‘ministry’ sign-ups several times over the the last 15 years, I’ve just recently been asked to help out with the adult ed portion of the first communion training down at the parish.
Visions of millstones dance in my head.
Tonight was the first night. Everybody seems like good people – at least, they’re willing to sacrifice a weeknight to have, in part, a fat bald guy yack at them about the liturgy. The director did 90% of the talking, which is good. Seemed to go OK.
I just don’t want to lead anyone astray. Ya know? Glad the job description is: try to stay out of the Holy Spirit’s way – just might be able to pull that off with His help.