What's Happening at All Saints
It’s been all go around here this week. Liz arrived extremely bright eyed and busy tailed on Tuesday and spent the day exploring all the hidden spots in the building and getting to know the Wardens and anyone else who “happened” to drop by. It would be kind if we all wore name tags for a while I’m sure! I remember when I first started here – I kept having dreams about the slow approach of an avalanche or an ever enlarging snowball heading in my direction. After a couple of weeks I figured out that if I called every woman Sue or Pat I had a fairly decent chance of getting it right. When addressing the men I just made sure to pronounce a “D” clearly before letting the word tail off into a kind of teenage mumble which seemed to do the trick. Eventually I even stopped having to make a mad dash to the photo wall followed by pacing back and forth, repeating a name like some kind of Bond villain. This is a shame, because a career in evil overlording has always rather appealed to me. Admittedly Parish Administrator is not a traditional step on the career path to such a job so I guess I’ll just have to do it in my spare time.
The Reverend Liz will be preaching at both the 8:30 am and 10 am services this Sunday. Come and introduce yourself!
Our free monthly Community Meal is on Tuesday 23 October at 6 pm. There’s some nice big turkeys in the fridge and I know Pat has been busy making stuffing balls that smelt heavenly so you can probably guess what’s on the menu.
On Wednesday at 10 am the Eucharist and Bible Study will take place in the Narthex as usual.
On Saturday 27 October at 4 pm we meet for Messy Church, bring someone small, make a mess, eat dinner and leave the mess with us. It’s almost like being a teenager again.
Incidentally, this morning we had an interesting visitation. It began with an insistent knocking but there was no one at the door. In keeping with the season (and because I read too many spooky stories) the obvious next step seemed to be to attempt to communicate by calling out “Is there anybody there” in sepulchral bass. But while I was still pondering where that would be on the inappropriate-scale I noticed it was actually a woodpecker trying to hammer his way into our drain pipe. Apparently our housing issues are now forcing even our wildlife to come up with creative solutions.
Have a good week!