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Friday, February 08, 2008

Welcome to Shreveport, Pen

We are in much ado about nametags at First Presbyterian Church of Shreveport as we get ready Sunday for the appearance of our new senior minister the Rev. Pendleton Peery, who comes to Shreveport with wife Lindsey and child Wells from Richmond, Va.

On Sunday, we were asked which door we entered to get to the sanctuary.

The tags are color coded depending on where we come in and we are to wear them, so Pen — as he is called — will easily learn our names. (What happens if we step in a different door?)

We had a name tag dress rehearsal Sunday and Wednesday for the special ash Wednesday service. (Yep, a dress rehearsal for wearing nametags.) Oh, and Pen and Lindsey attended the service. He is tall, dark and handsome! (And, young! 31, I think they said.)

So, Sunday....we start a new adventure at First Pres at 900 Jordan St.

Pen preaches his first sermon and starts learning our names. (Shall we give him a test soon to see how he is doing?)

He makes a grand entrance, too, since there will be only the 11 a.m. service. The sanctuary should be full. Maybe packed? (Cannot wait to hear his first sermon.)

We will welcome him with a fried chicken lunch after the benediction.

Come join us and see what’s up!!

It should be interesting.

... Two weeks ago, we bid our adieus to interim pastor Bob Shelton.

He and wife Fran, a minister in Dallas, were given a fond farewell with a reception and a flurry of gifts — LSU hats and T-shirts to remember the rabid fans by; money for a trip; and a painting of the church for their dining room.

But, two nights before the church's sendoff, Doug and Ardis Caulkins invited us to one of their famous lasagna dinners for eight at their South Highlands home and Bob was guest of honor.

Paul and I were in the midst of Mardi Gras, so, wearing an evening attire and a tuxedo, really had to dash in, eat and dash out to Krewe de Les Femmes Mystique Ball.

When we arrived, I slipped in blowing a horn and clapping a clacker I had received as a favor at another ball and threw beads around the neck of a startled Shelton.

But, really, i think he got a kick out of it all.

And, I insisted, he wear them all night!


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