Emphasis Preaching Journal

I was in a dither of details, preparing for a funeral, which seemed to necessitate moving everything physical in the sanctuary and rearranging all parts of worship. Consequently I didn't listen carefully when told who would sing solos in the service. I dashed around until the last moment, trying to do all I could for the bereaved as well as attempting to nudge furniture into a better configuration and to decipher for the organist the typed order of worship covered with cross-outs and arrows.