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The Office

Due to popular demand (or maybe just one comment by a friend), I decided to post some pics of Hans’ new office at The Chapel. You may notice that the walls are a stunningly familiar shade of…Motor City Blue, a.k.a. Leftover Guest Bedroom Paint. The place could use some wall hangings, bookshelves, maybe a ficus tree or two. I don’t have many pics (the office isn’t very big…), but I think they include everything in there:

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New desk, new office chair, new pastor

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Three Chairs (definitely NOT new) and a Table

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An Office with a View
(or, “This Microwave Doesn’t Work Very Well”)

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Judging by his mini-fridge’s contents, you’d think he were a bachelor.
But wait! No! That’s a bag lunch made by his sweet, caring wife!

And that’s it: Hans’ Office 2009.  Check for updates in the future…

What is it you do again?

IBusiness Card‘m a flock pastor.

A what?

A flock pastor.

A what?

Never mind.

Yes, I have entered the world of the gainfully employed. Or, as a seminary grad is supposed to say, the world of full-time ministry. Either way, I can now support Courtney (who just so happened to support me through seminary). And how do I support her, you ask? Easy. . .

I’m a flock pastor.

Yes indeed, I oversee a flock. Much like a flock of seagulls (not these seagulls, though), or a flock of, well, sheep. And my sheep entail three main groups: the Internationals on LSU’s campus, young professionals in Baton Rouge, and the comprar reductil online relatively young married people (though I’m not sure WHERE young ends and old begins these days [with science and all]).

Regardless of where you draw the line, it’ll likely somehow fall under my ever-important flock jurisdiction. So when you come through Baton Rouge and you’re in need of a flock party, give me a call. I’m sure I can put something together.

Any other terrible puns we can make with this?

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