Part 2
In August when we were having all those torrential storms, I was scheduled to do a walk-through rehearsal for a wedding this month. As I came down the village lane, the weir dam burst sending a wall of water over the bonnet of my car and into my window. The current picked the car up and turned it on its side. I only barely escaped and once out of the window, I lost grip of my Jack Russell who was with me. He was carried off down stream. Other people saw the distress I was in and came to my rescue. Thankfully, within about thirty minutes, the water was down to ankle depth, although still moving rapidly. I was less than 200 metres from the church. I may have been in shock, but I thanked everyone whilst saying I had to get to the church. I was completely drenched, shoes filled with water and hair looking something like Medusa.
The poor couple didn�t know what to think as I shloshed up the steps to the church and did the walk-through with water running all over the stone floors. I was terribly distracted at the time and almost in a daze, with images of the car on its side just down the road. All of a sudden, a brown ball of mud came running into the church, yelping and crying, jumping all over me. As I sat down, holding the dog in my arms, my clerical shirt changed from being wet-black to mud brown. It was an unreal experience and not one I wish to ever have happen again.
Thankfully, I�ve not had any �unfortunate� experiences during weddings. However, I�ve had a few surprises at Baptisms and funerals!
I hope all the tribulations will be seen as signs of promise rather than omens.
Fr. Bill