My pastor is in Israel this week.
I'm giving the sermon. I haven't written it yet, but I'm giving it.
I also think that I'm presiding during the first part of our service; my AM, who's actually a real-life commissioned lay minister, will have to lead the Eucharistic portion of the service. Unless she doesn't show, in which case I'll have to figure out an impromptu Service of the Word finale. But I don't know for sure until I call her. ("Planning? We don' need no stinkin' planning!")
I don't know if anyone knows how to turn on our sound system, and my little clip-on wireless mike. I don't. (See above.)
Oh...and we're having guest musicians.
And 20 Daisy Scouts, in uniform, who I'm told are going to "help" usher.
And a church raffle.
And our resident Person With Serious Issues, who likes to interrupt the service mid-liturgy with "Can I say something?" and then proceeds to give a rambling, impassioned speech on patriotism and/or piety. The likelihood of his doing this, by the way, seems to be in direct proportion to the "specialness" of the Sunday and the number of people who show up.
(Before leaving, my pastor e-mailed me: "I'd love to be a mouse in the corner on Sunday!" Yeah, I'll bet.)
Git-R-Done. Just Git-R-Done, LC.