General Assembly is upon us. The grand-daddy of all church meetings in the FCC.
I have to give a message to all the ministers and elders that have come. No problem, I can handle this.....but I must first find my notes. There is fifteen minutes to spare so it won't be a problem. Just flag the Moderator.
Oh no, he thinks that means I am ready and is announcing, "And now Bert Pohl......"!
No, no, with a few more waves he figures it out and delays things for a bit.
I am franticly searching for the notes by this time. Now I remember too that I really haven't gone over them at all. And where did my suit go?!?!?!?? Eyes darting in every direction, I at last find a pair of black trousers. Left leg in, right leg in......aw man they are up to my knees....defiantly not going to look good with my knee high white socks I am wearing. Where did the come from anyway? Hmmm. Now I am only 45 minutes late. Still no notes to be seen!
Ok, that is not a true story, thankfully! But it was the dream Bert had last night. It comes in endless versions, but with striking similarity.....
Anybody have an interpretation? :)
