Fun with Presby language

September 2, 2008 by · 1 Comment
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I’m sure that I’ve written before about how my wife is Catholic, and I am Presbyterian.

I’m sure that I’ve written one or two things about how Carolyn sometimes get words wrong.  For example – there’s a British Comedy about people in a nursing home called “Waiting for God”.  She has been known to accidentally call it “Waiting for Death”.

Today we see what happens when she intersects with particularly Presbyterian language.

A week from Sunday I’m being Installed as a Deacon at my church.  You might be wondering why I’m not being Ordained – the reason is simple.  I was already ordained as a deacon 23 years ago in another church.  You only get ordained once to each office.

Carolyn has never seen a Presbyterian ordination or installation.  Wait – I take that back.  She might have seen our Associate Pastor installed, but that’s an entirely different ceremony than the ordination/installation of deacons and elders.  Somehow she hasn’t been at church with me at one of the 4 or 5 times we’ve installed or ordained deacons and elders since I re-joined.

For the past couple of weeks we’ve been careful not to plan anything on that Sunday so that I can be there and she can be there.  Personally I think she’ll be underwhelmed; she comes from a background where First Communion is a special service.

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I think she has it straight now.

She’s also been helpful with keeping track of events.  We have New Officer Training this Saturday morning (as long as Hurricane Hanna doesn’t interfere).  We also have the Deacon meeting regularly the 2nd Monday of each month.

The other day I looked at the calendar.  On Saturday was written “New Decon Training” and on Monday “Decon Meeting”.  I asked if this was her event – after all she’s an engineer in the petroleum industry.  But no, and I explained that we didn’t expect to have any issue with contamination.

I wrote in the A’s.

I’m glad that she is so supportive of my church work.  I just hope she isn’t too disappointed when the ceremony is only 5 minutes long with only a little pomp and circumstance.  As it should be – this is not about us, it’s about service.