Last winter, before Xmas, I was in church. Like that particular church, the two pastors are relatively young and engaging, from the correct generation, and the one?
I ran into him out of the church setting, and he had on Dallas Cowboys jersey. I pointed, we laughed, and later, I kept thinking, “That’s a real man of faith.” Betting on the Cowboys?
True faith.
Preaching about Mercury Retrograde
It was an afternoon service right before Xmas. Mercury was heinously retrograde, recall? The Xmas packages, the travel problems, all of it? Perfect example.
The (Libra) preacher, a brilliant and profound woman of faith herself, she was doing the advent candles and usual, what is it? Luke? John? I don’t recall, a little weak myself, but she was delivering a heartfelt sermon on love, doing the right thing, and so forth. At that church, I adore the two pastors as there’s a gentle point – counterpoint to the way they both preach. Similar messaging, but just different enough styles to keep me entertained and engaged.
Preaching about Mercury Retrograde
Part way through her sermon, she paused, clicked the remote for her microphone, and asked, “Can I get handheld? This thing isn’t working; this has been going on for the last few weeks.”
Two-three weeks of Mercury in Retrograde? Two-three weeks of electrical problems, over the air, really radio waves, but who’s counting?
Served up in the service, a perfect example of a Mercury Retrograde problem, and as the Good Lord would have it? An acceptable solution.
Rip the headset off, “Hand me that microphone.”
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