In what has to be THE funniest auto-correct mess I've ever come across, our pastor posted on Facebook this afternoon. One of the guys in the church forwarded to him an email he rec'd from the gal in charge of the children's programs. It read:
"Hey Kendall, are you able to serve next Sunday? To hell with the 2-year olds."
The pastor added, "I think she might be in need of a break."
To make it even better, the gal who sent that message is the pastor's daughter.
I ordered a kit this morning to rebuild the truck's carburetor. I'm fairly confident the leak is caused by a bad float needle and/or seat, so while I do NOT enjoy rebuilding carbs I'm cautiously optimistic that this will solve a couple of problems with the way the truck idles (poorly) and starts when up to temp (it doesn't).
The press does not want Trump to succeed. Or to look competent.
This compares to the love fest of eight years ago.
If the forecast is accurate we'll get nearly 5" of rain this week. It starts late tomorrow and continues through the weekend, with 2.25" falling on Thanksgiving Day. I may skip my run that day.
I didn't have a spell check FAIL, but I did have an email faux pas.
I was/am a firm believer in CYA. When I was teaching I photoshopped a 5x7 picture I framed and gave to each of my students who graduated with a ministry degree, a picture of the back side of a donkey with the words, "Cover yours." There are a thousand ways a pastor can get in trouble, and taking precautions to eliminate as many as possible just makes sense.
Which is why I made it a practice to never meet with a female alone. If a woman wanted to come see me at church it would only be when another staff person was in the building, and my door stayed open. (I also insisted when we built the church that none of the doors except the office supply room had locks on the doors.)
If I absolutely needed to meet with a female and it wasn't going to work to get together at church when another person would be there I'd schedule it to be in a very public place. Burger King worked well because I knew every seat was fully visible - no hidden corners - and the walls are all glass. As an additional layer of protection I emailed my elders before the meeting telling them who, where, and why. Then, as soon as the meeting was done I'd send them a follow-up email with as much of a report as was consistent with professional standards (confidentiality).
Because I'm a firm believer in keeping my elders in the loop - that's why we have elders - I emailed them often. That's why I had an email "group," so that with one click I could enter all of their names into the recipient line.
One of the women in the church had a legitimate life crisis and needed counsel about how to respond to a very difficult and rather delicate situation. The circumstances were such that delaying our conversation wasn't going to work so we arranged to meet at Burger King that afternoon and I sent an email to my elders with the time, place, and a very general description of the reason for the meeting.
Except that I clicked the wrong "group" and sent it to the entire congregation.
Two minutes later I got an email from one of the guys in the church. "Did you really mean for us to get this??"
AAAARGH!!!!
Where's the Way Back Machine when you need it?!
There was nothing to do but send another email to the congregation explaining my policy and my mistake, with another email to the female I was going to meet with later that afternoon apologizing as profusely as I could.
I got a few responses from people in the congregation sympathizing with my blunder. But most importantly, I got a VERY gracious email from the female who said she wasn't angry, and appreciated knowing that her pastor was taking steps to maintain his integrity.
Whew!
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