I have a full calendar this weekend. Or rather, full by my standards. Quite leisurely compared with the calendars of those of you who are caring for invalid parents or raising two-year-olds. But if God had meant me to have old parents or young children, he wouldn’t have made me me.
In which case somebody else would be taking care of them anyway.
Tomorrow I ride up to Fargo, North Dakota, to St. Paul’s Lutheran Church, where I shall speak to the Georg Sverdrup Society on “Problems in Translating Georg Sverdrup.” I’m sure they could find room for you as a guest, if you find PowerPoint presentations on 19th-Century Norwegian syntax compelling.
And on Sunday I’ll be with the Viking Age Club at the Bloomington Town Hall Museum in Bloomington, MN. We’ll have an outdoor camp. The forecast high temperature is 40°, with high winds.
Vikings wore down-filled parkas, didn’t they? Sure they did.
I’d love to join you. I thought I could squeeze a trip to Fargo in between teaching Men’s Breakfast and Confirmation in the morning and the bake sale at one of my congregations in the evening, but I’m not quite ready for the Annual Meeting at my other congregation on Sunday, let alone prepping a sermon for Sunday morning and getting ready for the Bethany Bible Camp annual meeting Sunday afternoon.
Since this is about the only weekend between harvest and deer hunting, virtually every fall meeting you can think of is going on at once.
Yeah, I hear you. I wonder if anybody else will be there either.