Father Murphy, as in Murphy's Law

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How did my service go this morning, you ask?

Oppressively hot.

I totally miscommunicated one of the hymn requests to the organist, then missed a cue in the bulletin (thank you, God, for an amazing liturgist).

No kids came up for the childrens sermon, so I had to rely on said amazing liturgist to help me play with my props.

Did I mention, oppressively hot?

Still. It went beautifully. At the last minute, I changed a fairly pedestrian opening prayer into one inspired by last weekend's invocation at a NASCAR track, and got a round of applause for it.

The sermon worked in Hyperbole and a Half, decent portions of a sermon stolen (with full disclosure) from one I heard in my former church two weekends ago, and at least one extended reading from a recent entry here.

We-all got out in just under an hour. Which is a good thing on an oppressively hot day.

Now let's see if they ask me to do it again.

Texts of bulletin, message, and the boogity-boogity collect are here, here and here.