Anyone notice lately that cans of tuna no longer contain tuna up to the brim? I just made some tunafish salad for HWMBO’s lunch tomorrow, and opened two cans of tuna. Once the liquid was drained off, they contained about 1/2 tuna and 1/2 empty space. This is the old disappearing chocolate bar trick, done with fish instead. I wonder when we’ll end up with tuna cans that contain about 1/4 inch of tuna, kind of like a scum at the bottom, once opened.
The church rents space to Nigerian Pentacostal churches to keep itself afloat. One rather noisy bunch is currently singing the most lugubrious version of “How Great Thou Art” I have ever heard–except for the previous time they sung it, two or three weeks ago. It’s a staple. I was listening to Enya at the same time, and the strains of Enya melded with the largo version of How Great Thou Art made a very bizarre fugue. Perhaps I’ll record them surreptitiously and then make a mix. Remember, folks, you heard it here first.
I’m preaching at St. John’s Larcom Street on August 6th–it’s the Feast of the Transfiguration. I shall start writing soon; it’s never too early. Lots of good preachers get up on Sunday morning, jot down a few thoughts, and deliver a marvelous sermon two hours later. Some pore over the Scriptures for weeks, write, cross out, and write some more. Both methods often come up with good sermons. They can also come up with crap, too. The point of the exercise is to come up with something pithy, interesting, and to the point.
Europride is in London next week. Unfortunately, we’re also booked to go to a musical evening at St. John’s. HWMBO thinks I’ll be too tuckered out to do both. We haven’t been to Pride in three years, and frankly, I want to go this year. I hope I can persuade him that I won’t go to sleep during the musical evening, my face falling into my plate of lasagna during the supper.
Will begin the chili for dinner shortly. No beans this time. Not because I don’t like beans, but because I forgot to buy a can. Oh well…these Sunday trading laws are a bitch.
Funny, I hadn’t consciously noticed, but now that you mention it, yeah, the tuna is shrinking. It is, however, now dolphin safe, or at least, so it claims. Maybe you could work that into your sermon. 🙂
Transfiguration of Tuna…I’ll see what I can do.
there’s a Hillsong church in London, rite? Gosh, their worship albums r simply awesome.
Yes, there is, here is their website. As I’m C of E, I’m relatively staid as regards worship so have never gone to Hillsong.
You might also want to see this Mystery Worship review of Hillsong, done two years ago. Seems to be a church where you’re exhorted to give, give, give so you’ll get material wealth here on Earth. Reverend Ike lives!!