When I was growing up I noticed that the last thing the adults in the church wanted was to be delegate to District Assembly. You had to take time off work, listen to a bunch of boring reports and vote on dumb resolutions.

Well, a few months ago my pastor asked me to be a delegate at our Diocesan Convention, and sometimes it's not really a benefit for your best friend to be your pastor, because it's just that much harder to say no.

But Episcopalians do things differently than Nazarenes. This 2-day convention featured more wine than I've ever drunk in a month. The delegates all pack a couple of bottles, some crackers, cheese and summer sausage and bring it with them so we can sit in one of our rooms and make fun of all the Diocesan leaders. Also, the church pays for the hotel room, for 2 breakfasts, one lunch and one dinner. It's just part of the budget. But there was a cash, not an open bar last night. Oh well.

It was a little hard to focus on the reports of the committees and figure out where we were in the budget, but it was worth it.

Waaaay better than pie.

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