Another venture into preacher’s-wifehood

Today, not only was I a preacher’s wife, but I was the wife of Reverend Genuset, with a soft g.

BJ preached today in a really small town north of Abilene called Haskell. The congregation was about twenty people, all of which were eligible for senior citizen discounts at IHOP. Of course, they had the oldest and most senile of them all heading the service. He was a cute old man with a huge gut and an oxygen tank. Although there was a printed out order of worship, he accidentally skipped BJ’s sermon until three items or so down. When the purple-haired lady at the piano pointed this out to the man right before the Lord’s Supper, he burst out laughing and proclaimed to God that He was supposed to be watching out for him. The congregation then discussed whether they should continue with communion or skip back to the sermon. After making their decision to proceed with the Lord’s Supper we had already had “contemplation time” for, we had communions. And then it was time for the old man to announce BJ:

“Now let’s hear a few words from Reverend Ginuset.”

My brother, who had come along to laugh at me being a preacher's wife, and I had to work unusually hard to keep from absolutely bursting into laughter. But we didn’t, and BJ delivered a stellar sermon. It was a fun Sunday to by Mrs. Genuset.