I have mown. I have showered. I have had post mowin’ beerverage. Life is good. 
Now, confession time…
Bless me Mumpers for I have sinned.
I was a bad bear at church.
As y’all know, if y’all have been payin’ any attention at all, we have been on the hunt for a new Priest down at good ol’ St. Pat’s. We have found one and he will be amongst us the first Sunday in August.
In the meantime, we have had and will continue to have supply Priests.
Today we had a very nice Priest. Really. She’s super nice. Her sermons are always top notch. However, the woman cannot sing. Not a lick. Not even anywhere close to any sort of tune. It is painful. Trust me.
Ok, so today it’s Pentecost. Pentecost is big in liturgical churches. Pentecost is seen as the “birth” of the church and all that there good stuff. Thus, we Episcopalians tend to get all high church. Incense and the whole nine yards.
Sometimes Priests get the idea to chant the Eucharist. She got that idea today.
Ummmmmm…AAARRRRGGGGHHH!!!
It was awful! I’m sittin’ there with a very noticeable pained look on my face. I even got a couple of comments to the effect that I looked like I was not feelin’ too good. It was her “chanting”.
Ok, I’m not a great singer y’all but I ain’t too shabby. I have to concentrate, but I can read music. I can also sing on key. This woman can’t. She did not even come close! You liturgical types know how it goes. Priest does his/her thing and congregation responds. Except nobody could respond because nobody could follow what ever the heck it was she was doin’!
The sinnin’ bad bear part? I’m kneelin’ durin’ Eucharist. Under my breath I “chant” the followin’ in that well known liturgical singsong…
***From Priests who cannot sing but do so anyway much to the pain and annoyance of the congregation…
Good Lord deliver us***
Ol’ y’all know who, the person sittin’ on the other side of me and two people on the pew in front of me heard it. I got “oh no you did not just do that” looks from all of 'em.
Plus the snickered.

I’m a bad bear!