Prior to going to seminary I’d never worked in a church. I mean, I’d been an adult volunteer who participated in the various ministries of the church, but I’d never been on the church staff. So I never “worked” in the church. But I do work in a church now.

(In fact, I’m the only one in the building for much of the day, depending on what committees are meeting and so forth. (And in case you’re planning a robbery, I will point out that the only cash in the building is what I have on my person. So run that through a cost-benefit analysis first.))

Anyway, I’m discovering things I wouldn’t have guessed. Like for example, it turns out that freezer in the kitchen has about 10 partly-full half-gallon packs of ice cream. I discovered that today when I was looking to see if the freezer had an ice-maker. (It does.) Temptation being just as prevalent on church grounds as elsewhere, I immediately started hearing the whispering voice inside my head point out how this is the perfect crime. Who could remember how much each of TEN ice-cream cartons had in them? The only way I’d be caught is if someone weighed me. On the other hand, you have to figure that with 10 packages in there, some of them probably date from 2003. (“An excellent year.”)