Storm clean-up this morning… and, a chuckle for you.

Picking up pinecones and storm debris is probably not in most Presbyterian Minister’s job descriptions. Of course, our own Pastor Dyson would never view it that way. Despite heat and oppressive humidity, there she was with a smile on her face, collecting storm debris.

Christine Berryhill, in command, set a rapid pace and as always, lead by example. Annette George tackled a whole section by herself. Earlier in the morning, Cash and Gwynn Pealer had come through and cleaned-up a tremendous amount of debris.

These morning volunteers, like so many, many others at FKPC simply don’t know what the phrase “not my job”, means… it is NOT in their vocabulary. What an honor, to be in fellowship with such amazing, dedicated people.

Now, on the lighter side, it reminds me of the cleaver joke about a Priest and a Rabbi. Chatting one day, their conversation turned to job descriptions and promotions.

The Rabbi asked, “What do you have to look forward to by way of promotion?”
“I’m next in line for Monsignor.” replied the Priest.
“Yes, and then?” asked the Rabbi.

“Bishop.” said the Priest.
“Yes, and then?” asked the Rabbi.

“If I work very hard and do a fantastic job, it’s possible for me to become an Archbishop.” said the Priest.
“O.K., and then what?” asked the Rabbi.

The Priest, beginning to get a bit exasperated replied, “With luck and real hard work, maybe I can become a Cardinal.”
“And then?” questioned the Rabbi.

The Priest frowned, then stated, “With tremendous luck and very, very hard work, maybe, I can get elected Pope.”
“Yes, and then what?” asked the Rabbi.

The Priest replied sternly, “So, you expect me to become, GOD?”

“Well,” said the Rabbi, “One of our Jewish boys made it!”