Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Sprinting in My Heels

More than once now I've darted from the sanctuary mid-service to retrieve a forgotten item.  Our sanctuary is detached from the education wing, so this darting requires a sprint across the church yard.  On Sunday I was wearing HIGH heels (not to be confused with regular high heels) when I remembered I had forgotten something.  I wonder what the congregants thought as I exited stage right like a teenage gazelle.  Is Pastor Katie sick?  Does she dislike this hymn?  Did someone yell "Cake"?  Well...none of those.  Yesterday I forgot a prop for the children's sermon.  The other time...I forgot my clothes.

At my first baptism in Scottsville it was a busy day.  It was a happy day (Easter!  Baptism!  Decorating the cross!  Church family photo!) but one with many moving parts.  I think in details, but when there are many I tend to lose track of one or two.  Following the baptism I hurriedly made my way to the dressing room only to not find my dress.  "WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?" I whisper-yelled to myself and the skies. 

Here's the thing about being a pastor who happens to be a lady:  Fishing galoshes aren't made for dress-wearers.  Come to think of it I've never seen a trout or bluegill fisherperson hit the rivers in a fashionable frock from Target.  I get it, we cool, but still...maybe there's a market for fishing galoshes for the pastor who happens to be a lady?

Anyway...I opted for a t-shirt, shorts, waders and baptismal robe.  I would change immediately following the baptism.  These waders were a gift of a smaller friend, so they are a bit like tight swimsuit overalls on me.  It's a bit o' a struggle to breathe, but we good.

Post baptism it's a goal to get thee back into the sanctuary as soon as possible, so the whole no-clothes situation put me in a serious bind.  I had three choices:  1) Channel my inner Petrine self and preach in wet galoshes.  2) Wear regular black robe over t-shirt and shorts.  3) Sprint across the church yard whilst worship continues and search for my clothes in the education building.  I chose 3. 

Somehow I managed to bring high heels into the changing room, which was a blessing since I could free myself from the swimsuit overalls-galoshes-waders-situation.  Clad in a black robe, t-shirt and shorts and patent leather pumps, I bounded across the church yard in search of my grown up clothes.  Luckily I found my dress and made my way back to worship in time.

So yes.  There's a reason this blog is called Hermeneutics in High Heels. 

5 comments:

  1. I HAVE to come and see you! great story!

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    1. Yes you do! You are always welcome! I need to visit Staunton too. I love your town. Hope you're well:)

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  2. Love your stories. In the always hurried transitioning back to regular clothes after baptism. I once managed to lose the lapel mic down my pants, a fact I didn't realize until I was up at the pulpit ready to preach. No way I was going to fish it out at that point so I motioned to the sound guys to turn on the pulpit mic and admitted sheepishly, "If you'll excuse me, I'll need to stay with the pulpit mic today. I've apparently had a mishap in the baptistery and my lapel mic is somewhere near my kneecap at the present moment. It will just have to stay there until the service is over."

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    1. Thanks Taylor. I LOVE YOUR STORY. I hope you have that moment saved on DVD.

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  3. Oh man ... Has anyone shared this story with PeaceBang over at Beauty Tips for Ministers? She will be no doubt be pleased that you chose NOT to go with t-shirt and shorts under your robe :)

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