Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Once the Train Gets De-Railed ...
The scene: Every Tuesday morning, the Oneighty staff joins other church staff members in the main church building for what is known as "Discipleship Team Meeting." There are representatives from each ministry there, specifically nursery through adult. We sit at a large round table which encourages discussion, at which we excel. Did I mention there are 9 women and 2 men?
Although we are a gregarious talky bunch, we do have to take care of business now and again. It's just that we get sidetracked with funny stories or comments, and then we have to be reigned back in by our patient leader.
Scene 2: You know that I'm very bad-breath conscious, and that having these wisdom teeth out is driving me nuts. I believe the odor is diminishing, but once in a while, I just feel I must have a mint. Thus, I keep a box of Altoids in front of me at all times.
Scene 3: We are discussing some item, and I feel the need for an Altoid. I discreetly open my box, get one out, start to put it in my mouth, when "bloop," it falls out of my hand and down my blouse.
I just sat there stupefied.
My boss across the table who managers never to miss a mistake I make broke into the discussion with, "Did what I think just happened really happen?" By this time, other people were already starting to laugh, and I just sat there, still stupefied.
So in a very dignified tone I replied, "Yes, yes it did. Now if I may be excused, please," and I got up and walked out with everyone howling and making jokes.
It was all downhill from there, on the ornery side. In church. One co-worker's comment that I can repeat was, "It got stuck on you, but it would have fallen through to my underwear." (Don't feel sorry for her; she's tall and model-thin!)
Once a train gets derailed that far, there's really no turning back. You just have to let all the cars get off on their little tangents and have their excursions. However, I did not feel like an wayward car, I felt like a cow stuck on the track.
Anyway, this is the group that our senior staff is entrusting on many levels to carry out our church's mission. Scary. Very scary.