The wrong one

Last night Anika and I were on our way to an induction into a new charge of a minister who is a good friend of ours. It was supposed to be Hubby and Anika going whilst I did the Boys Brigade routine but, to cut a long story short, a last hour change was made.

I'd never been to this particular church building before and it was about 40 minutes drive away. We had some interesting moments following the directions as it was pouring with rain. Four years ago we had a severe drought in our neck of the woods. This year we've had record breaking rain and the dams are full and they are letting out water. Still the rain falls. We haven't seen much sunshine this spring yet.

We finally came to B street where the building was and we were hunting around for it when I saw a large, church building like substance and pulled into the car park. There were not many cars which made me wonder if we had the right night. Anika went to investigate while I checked the directions again.

Anika came back in hysterics. It seemed that she walked through the entrance and saw a sign indicating that the meeting was, "A celebration of the canonisation of Australia's Saint Mary MacKillop."

Given that we were supposed to be attending a Presbyterian service, I think we were just a little bit in the wrong place.

PS Our night was correct and we found the building a little further up the street.