How it feels

When I imagine myself getting up to preach, I see an older middle-aged man of considerable girth sitting in my chair; wearing my robes, he grips either side with surprisingly small hands, and heaves. It takes a while and an effort to get the knees to lock into place, to locate a backbone strong enough to hold him erect. Everything, as he arrives at his vertical destination, quavers and quivers. Ponderous would be a kind word for his journey to the pulpit. At last, he mops his beaded brow, takes a gulp of water, begins to proclaim in my own voice…

The strangest thing is that it never happens that way. I have already wandered out into the middle of the church, in front of everyone, to read the Gospel, before I dogleg like a drunk into the pulpit on the way back to my seat.

I wonder who this geezer is, then, who races me there?

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing (Upper Room Books, 2020). She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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