Thursday, October 04, 2007
Riverside Church has not called me. I'm growing moss waiting to get the call to be their next pastor.
I do not know why. I do not understand this.
Here's a tip about me: I'd rather you tell me than not tell me.
For example, I love my broker. She's a wonderfully smart gal with a generous heart. She's trim and looks great in her clothes. However, she wears a rectangle of dark eye shadow over each eyelid and it looks odd. If she blended the eyeshadow, it'd look like she punched herself in the eye. The rest of her make-up and hair are well done. I do not know why anyone hasn't said something to her about this. It's just weird looking. Other people comment on it but no one tells her.
I'd rather be told.
Why haven't I told her? I'm trying to live by Mr.C's advice. He says, "St.C, everyone doesn't need to know your opinion of them."
Excellent, excellent. But what if there is a wild flaw I need to know about? I know I interupt too much. I dress from thrift shops so I can look like a groomed bag lady on my best days. I go on about cats too much. Etc. Etc.
Not to be gross but I heard a pal at the Young Clergywoman's Conference say that she had a "booger patrol" at her church. Choir members were supposed to tell her if she had "nose dirt" showing before she entered the sanctuary. We need this.
There's nothing like dragging toilet paper on our heels or having our skirts tucked into our pantyhose as we walk around life.
But, who tells us?
I'm just saying, if you need to tell me something, tell me.
If it's dreadful, tell me in private.
Oh? Is that Riverside calling me? BRB!