Our pastor and worship leader are off on a hunting trip together for the week, leaving me as the only staff member on duty. I'm getting my first taste of what it might be like to be a pastor, and it's very different. First of all, doing the welcome during our church services yesterday was one of the most uncomfortable things ever. Preaching is a piece of cake compared to that. Then a few minutes ago I got a call from a man to say his dad's toe is about to be amputated. While I'm glad someone actually called me, it's still quite different and new. Hopefully this toe will be the only death we have this week.