8Our soap stash is refilled. I made pellucid swimming pool blue bars scented with sweet grass and sandalwood, bars looking like Jadeite and smelling of Eden’s Garden, floral bars with multiple colors.

As I was doing this, #2 son told me about a coworker of his.

“You know what I like to do to relax?” he had said. “I make soap.”

“My mom does that,” said #2 son.

“You boil the fat and  let the scum rise to the top. Then you make explosives. The soap is just a byproduct.”

I asked whether this young man might be dangerous.

“Yeah, probably,” was my son’s answer, “but not to me.”

I made whole wheat cinnamon rolls.

Since I have a bread machine, I can do this kind of thing before church. Then came the early service, and I taught the youth Sunday School, and then the later service.8

We sang “Peace, Be Still,” a song I had never heard before. It has a section where you sing

“Whether the wrath of the storm-tossed sea Or demons or men or whatever it be,
No waters can swallow the ship where lies The Master of ocean and earth and skies.”

This section starts soft and low and has a mounting crescendo as it gets higher and you sing “ocean and earth and skies” on a double forte. Then you have a subito piano to a sweet lilting line:

“They all shall sweetly obey thy will: Peace, be still; peace, be still.”

It’s somewhat funny, but  fun to sing.

I came home and made scalloped potatoes with ham, cantaloupe from the garden, grapes, biscuits, and the rolls left over from breakfast.

8This is just evidence that I actually cooked something for my family.

Following lunch and soapmaking, there was a meeting of the worship ministry. I’m the leader of the music team, so I went there to represent.

We had lengthy discussions of the ushers and greeters and lay readers and sanctuary upkeep people, each of which discussions ended with the realization that we needed someone to be in charge of finding such people. I asked some probing questions designed to determine who ought to be in charge of finding people to be in charge of those things. We all agreed that the job should be done by a guy who wasn’t at the meeting, the pastor agreed to call him and tell him so, and we moved on.

This is a major reason for not missing meetings.

We then had a discussion of Advent and Christmas. It seems early, doesn’t it? However, after some spirited debate on the question of whether or not Christmas carols should be sung during Advent (the words “pandering” and “fundamentalist” came into it), there was agreement that Advent needed some marketing.

There was a new guy there. New to me, at least. Quite a nice man, carrying an enormous stack of binders filled with financial data and hoping to get off the finance committee and onto the worship committee instead. He said, “I’ve been a Methodist all my life, and I’ve never heard the term ‘Advent carol.'”

I’d been saying that people would come to love the Advent carols as much as the Christmas carols if they had the opportunity. Suwanda said you had to give the people what they wanted, and they wanted Christmas carols. I believe that it was right about there that the word “pandering” was used. Many people don’t realize that “pander” is an old word for “pimp,” but things did get a bit heated.

I’m going to be in charge of marketing Advent. I think Advent is pretty lovable, and I’ve got an early start, so this seems doable.

Today, however, I have other kinds of marketing to do. Three blog posts, a site analysis, and a client meeting are on the docket. I think that’s probably all I can accomplish today. The client meeting is near the lake, so I plan to walk around said lake afterwards, and I intend to do some more sewing this evening. I’m expecting a call about an upcoming workshop, and possibly also to hear from the college with final word about my teaching schedule.

Happy Monday!