My necklace is crooked but you get the idea of how I dressed today (it's hard to keep your necklace straight when you have no head).
This was the first time that I wore the clerical shirt/collar to church. And it was an interesting experiment. Before people had no problem shoving a dish rag in my hand, today however they actually let me visit with the family during the funeral meal.
I'm not sure that is something - the separateness - that I would want to experience every Sunday but it served as a reminder to some that I am the pastor and not the maid. Problem is, I usually, don't mind being the maid.
The funeral service and committal service both went very well. It has made today very, very long. And for some reason my stomach hurts. I think it started when "Head Bane" said she wasn't sure that they could pay me before I leave for Houston because the insurance is due. I just stared at her. Thank goodness, she said it front of the SPRC Chair so I'm sure that I will be paid. Especially since the offering was good.
I think she is so unhappy that it makes her feel better to try and upset others. I refuse to let it bother me. And if I say it enough maybe it won't.