So for those of you who have seen the cross we have at MBCC, you know. This is thing is about 8 feet tall, made of two 4×4 solid pieces of treated wood and HEAVY. Since we have so many events at the church we are constantly moving this thing around. "Hey, can you hold my cross for a minute?" is inevitably uttered and is irreverently funny every time.
So let me add to the MBCC cross lore. Today I was resetting our space after an event and as I was lifting the cross up over something, it slipped out of my hands and landed right on my flip-flop clad foot. Ouch. At first I noticed that I may have cut myself, but thought nothing of it. Until . . . I slipped on something. Upon closer examination, that something was a pool of blood that had gushed out of my foot. Nice.
I dare not make any jokes, comparisons or snide remarks for fear of offending anyone further. Plus, the jokes are too numerous that I don’t even know where to begin. But . . . when I got home and told Robin, the first thing out of her mouth was something along the lines of, "I know Jesus didn’t, but I wonder if you can get workers comp for that?" So supportive, and oh so funny.