One of the advantages of a small parish is the fact it's portable, so we take the St. Andrew's show on the road once a year, leaving the church behind for an informal service and potluck picnic. For the last three years, we've gone to Corydon --- once on a beautiful June morning to a shelter house in Corydon Lake Park; the last two years, when weather hasn't been as cooperative, to Bill Gode's house.
The liturgy's the same, although spoken rather than sung, but the atmosphere is closer to what the earliest Christians might have experienced --- and which some, including our Old Order "house" Amish neighbors, still do. It's also a rare opportunity to have both our vicars in the same room at the same time, since they're usually in different places on Sunday mornings. That's the Rev. Canon Richard Lintner at left and the Rev. Sue Palmer at right.
Anyhow, the service was great --- and so was the food. But the same couldn't be said for the weather, which has been rambunctious around here all week.
Corydon had between three and four inches of rain on Saturday, while Chariton just had morning-long drizzle, but we're all saturated.
Sunday was actually dry until late afternoon, but as I was headed for a 4 p.m. prairie walk at Humeston, Department of Transportation workers were moving barricades into place to block U.S. 65 at the Derby corner --- White Breast Creek had gone over the highway at Lucas again.
The prairie walk went fine, but one of our party monitored weather radar on his cell phone and watched a system moving in from Weldon, just to the west.
We were back in our cars and headed home before the rain started, but it began to look more ominous the closer to Chariton I got --- made it into the garage just as a brief outburst of hail hit. By 6 p.m. it was black and pouring, black clouds just starting to roll away on the western horizon now.
Just another day on the prairie --- but I sure wish we could figure out how to send some of this moisture southwest, where it's needed.