I will never forget this weekend for all the wrong reasons.

Never been more embarrassed. And it’s absolutely inexcusable. At 1 PM on Saturday afternoon I got a phone call from a staff member who left a voice mail asking me if I had a wedding. My stomach did a triple lutz. The wedding was at Noon. We didn’t have a rehearsal so it wasn’t on my mind. And somehow it got erased from my calendar. But this is the first and I sure hope last time anything like this ever happens. I died a thousand deaths.

Long story short, the couple was the embodiment of grace. They had lunch and took pictures waiting for me to arrive. Got there 2 hours and 45 minutes late. The ceremony was actually a beautiful ceremony. But my ego is fractured, bruised and black and blue.

Still kicking myself. Still can’t believe it.

Definitely a low point as a pastor.