The song goes "there's a hole in my bucket," etc. What's a bucket in this day and age?
What doesn't have a hole is my work space. I'm talking about those holes at the back of your desk with all the wires going through.
There are critical elements of worship waiting to be worked out for the Christmas Eve service, and I'm tracking down Bill on the walkie-talkie to found out how to get a hole. The Christmas lights cord is passing in front of my desk.
Those, too, serve who drill holes.
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