I miss my favorite mug… no doubt. The mug I took a photo of and titled the photo “Grace”, because I thought it had been spared in an unfortunate fall off a coffee table. Then I blogged about how it wasn’t grace after all, because the mug ended up being broken Sigh.
Well, yesterday my friend Steve surprised me by having other district clergy bring a mug to district meeting… so now I have three new mugs! And a box of kleenex for the next time–may it never happen–I break a mug. 
Not only that, but the box of kleenex actually matches one of the mugs. Another mug has Zion Church’s phone number (which is great, because now I can call Steve and Andy anytime I want!). And the other mug has a nice photo of a church in the UP.
Thank you, Steve.. thank you, District Clergy. You gave me a glimpse of grace, humor, laughter, and some joy.
So now I’ll end with the nice platitudes that Jeremy wrote, accompanying the condolence/sympathy card (including an adaptation of Psalm 70) he made:
“Sending you love and support in this difficult time.
We pray in earnest that you have overcome the grief caused by the loss of your favorite coffee mug.
Please try to remember that it was for the best.”
Thanks, District!
Careful, Cathy! If I read more stuff like this, I am going to start thinking you pastors have a sense of humor and are just like the rest of us… Then what? How will I go on?
Really, I am so happy that you have a supportive and caring district crew.
I especially love “Please try to remember that it was for the best” — Ha!