It?s been a banner week after our extended Thanksgiving vacation here at work. First thing Monday, there?s a server crash. No database, no email, no internet, no nothing. It was like that for half the day. Tuesday comes and our database is down again for half the day. Not only that, but it was pay day and something went awry with direct deposit. Everyone on direct deposit didn?t get paid until yesterday. Of course, if you?re one of the lucky few here that gets your check handed to you, no worries: you just went about your business. The rest of us got pay stubs that didn?t mean anything for two days.

Wanted to check out a record release party tonight thrown by this label a friend of mine works for, but my services are needed at the church. Tonight will be spent typing up a memo for one of the brothers who wants to hand it to our pastor. After I got past the fit of rage I had for this coming on such short notice (writing something to be handed to the pastor is a big deal, in my opinion), I asked God to give me the words I needed to write tonight. I?m not foolish enough to think that I can do this on my own. I?m not nearly as miffed about not being able to hit up the party tonight as I was last night. In fact, I?m pretty much over it. While I know I?m doing the right thing, the ministry I?m involved in has been taking its toll on me. I won?t get into specifics because I don?t believe in saying negative things about the church or its members. All I?ll say is this: if I manage to avoid tossing a believer through a stained glass window over the next several months, it will be nothing short of a minor miracle.