Welcome to #12daysofe360, we're glad you found us! It's time to take a break from working on your church website and take a look around the rest of your church office. We know the work is meaningful and usually we all love it. But occasionally, the situation is nothing other than ridiculous. Before you get back to your planning and working, take a second and let us know what you think of our "Twelve Days" of a Church Office Christmas.
How many of these can you relate to?
On the first day of Christmas, my church office had for me, a cartridge in the printer: empty.
On the second day of Christmas, my church office had for me, two worship typos
and a cartridge in the printer: empty.
On the third day of Christmas, my church office had for me, three "Epipha-what-now"s?,
two worship typos, and a cartridge in the printer: empty.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my church office had for me, four drippy candles,
three “Epipha-what-now”s?, two worship typos, and a cartridge in the printer: empty.
On the fifth day of Christmas, my church office had for me, five extra potlucks,
four drippy candles, three “Epipha-what-now”s?, two worship typos, and a cartridge in the printer: empty.
On the sixth day of Christmas, my church office had for me, six missing Bibles,
five extra potlucks, four drippy candles, three “Epipha-what-now”s?, two worship typos, and a cartridge in the printer: empty.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my church office had for me, seven burnt out light bulbs,
six missing Bibles, five extra potlucks, four drippy candles, three “Epipha-what-now”s?, two worship typos, and a cartridge in the printer: empty.
On the eighth day of Christmas, my church office had for me, eight lost youth group hoodies,
seven burnt out light bulbs, six missing Bibles, five extra potlucks, four drippy candles, three “Epipha-what-now”s?, two worship typos, and a cartridge in the printer: empty.
On the ninth day of Christmas, my church office had for me, nine sermon dad-jokes,
eight lost youth group hoodies, seven burnt out light bulbs, six missing Bibles, five extra potlucks, four drippy candles, three “Epipha-what-now”s?, two worship typos, and a cartridge in the printer: empty.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my church office had for me, ten sugared-up toddlers,
nine sermon dad-jokes, eight lost youth group hoodies, seven burnt out light bulbs, six missing Bibles, five extra potlucks, four drippy candles, three “Epipha-what-now”s?, two worship typos, and a cartridge in the printer: empty.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my church office had for me, eleven more announcements,
ten sugared-up toddlers, nine sermon dad-jokes, eight lost youth group hoodies, seven burnt out light bulbs, six missing Bibles, five extra potlucks, four drippy candles, three “Epipha-what-now”s?, two worship typos, and a cartridge in the printer: empty.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my church office had for me, twelve fold-up tables,
eleven more announcements, ten sugared-up toddlers, nine sermon dad-jokes, eight lost youth group hoodies, seven burnt out light bulbs, six missing Bibles, five extra potlucks, four drippy candles, three “Epipha-what-now”s?, two worship typos, and a cartridge in the printer: empty.
