On Friday, I found out that the title of my talk was something completely different. There it was, in black-and-white, just daring me to argue: “Special Celebrations of the Eucharist and What They Have Meant for My Life.”
Insert kicking and screaming.
Insert a few tears.
This was not what I had prepared. This was not what I had in mind. And I was pretty sure what I had in mind was right, because of that call on the red telephone from the Holy Spirit and all.
But today, a very nice person gave me some pointers (a person who gets big credit for being honest about my talk – he loved it – and helpful with what I should be trying to say). And tonight, after I got done with the tantrum drama (God must REALLY love me), I went to the drawing board and discovered that someone had been scribbling on it.
Maybe that call on the red telephone was about something else…