A final recap of the synod assembly is coming, I promise, but for tonight, just a quick post because it occurred to me recently that I now mark time most often in relation to both agricultural cycles and who I've buried. This realization came to me when Breen mentioned they'd be canning cherries this weekend, and I actually thought to myself, "Isn't it too early for cherries? We did that last year when Ethel was actively dying, and that wasn't until mid-July."
It's a weird life we pastors lead. . .
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