As the snow fell on Wednesday night--yes, snow on March 26--we all gathered at church for the annual Christian Education fund raiser/auction. Grilled meat, fresh potato salad, and soft serve ice cream were on the menu. Tables were lined with all the items--handcrafted and homemade, coupons for meals at restaurants or at families' homes, toys and treasures, all side by side. And, my favorite part, the auctioneer's call. A limber tongue, strong voice, and a quick wit makes a good auctioneer, and Krommendyk and Co., supplied us well.
All was moving along smoothly. There was laughter in the room and the steady buzz of people having a good time. The food was good and I was enjoying chatting with friends while I kept track of the toys my daughters had spotted that I HAD to bid on--that's another story (Todd as lousy auction bidder/strategist). Anyhow, all this was going on when the auctioneer stops and one of the members from church takes the mic and begins to explain how much I like lemon meringue pie. (Which I do like...) All this moves very quickly to a money making proposition. "Who would pay to see Leah feed Pastor Todd a piece of lemon meringue pie?" Great. People raise their cards and the amount is soon to $200 or so (I threw in $25 as well.) (Edit: They tell me that this stunt raised more than $600 for the auction. If I knew that it had this much potential to make money, I would have volunteered Leah, too.)
So, I come up front and there is another development. We have to do this blindfolded. Hmmm... This is a poorly veiled setup. We know what's coming don't we?
This is me smiling, but thinking, "This is not going to end well."
It all started innocently, with Leah snagging a bite or two for herself.
Things took an unfortunate turn right here...
And the inevitable...
Thanks, Lavonne.
Notice, how clean Leah remains....
Thankfully, everyone there was shocked, simply shocked; dismayed at the indignity I had to suffer. Several women in tears, I'm sad to report.
Other than some meringue and lemon filling up the nose, nothing broken.
I think this whole event somehow falls underneath the whole "servant leadership" model they told us about in seminary. Perhaps being willing to take a pie in the face in good humor could be loosely connected with feet washing.
Things took an unfortunate turn right here...
And the inevitable...
Thanks, Lavonne.
Notice, how clean Leah remains....
Thankfully, everyone there was shocked, simply shocked; dismayed at the indignity I had to suffer. Several women in tears, I'm sad to report.
Other than some meringue and lemon filling up the nose, nothing broken.
I think this whole event somehow falls underneath the whole "servant leadership" model they told us about in seminary. Perhaps being willing to take a pie in the face in good humor could be loosely connected with feet washing.
4 comments:
Whatever happened to "thou shalt not touch the head of the Lord's annointed"?
that was good for a chuckle.
Considering the spontaneity of the event, it was a wonderful coincidence that someone was not only there with a camera but that said photographer also had the presence of mind to get shots of the entire event. There is a career in photojournalism just waiting said person--National Geographic?
While no one told me during the day that this was going to happen, I suspected enough about how this pie episode was going to end that I had time to run home, grab my camera, and have someone from church take the pictures.
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