I’m depressed to near inertia. We have a weather warning out and the barometer is dropping fast as a storm system moves in. My whole body feels that drop and although I don’t have seasonal affective disorder,  my mood is heading down with the barometric pressure, and my thinking has slowed to a crawl.   Amazing how reading good blog posts can keep things in perspective.  This too shall pass.

This past Sunday, at the 8 o’clock Eucharist, I was setting the table for Holy Eucharist when I noted a commotion. I suddenly realized that something was very wrong with Jerry, our 91 year old faithful parishioner, and left the altar to see what was going on.

Jerry was cold and clammy and unresponsive. There was no facial muscle response to stimuli. His pulse was weak and thready and his breath was shallow.

I immediately called 911. Without my saying a word, members of my staff who were present and the liturgical leadership and ushers snapped right into the informal protocol we had established two weeks ago when we had held a church-sponsored CPR training for staff, Church School faculty and ushers:

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