Last night was the first presidential debate of 2012. As I listened to the debate, I kept my eyes and hands busy hand-sewing my pulpit robe. Last Sunday I noticed that the yoke had become undone, inside and out. When I got it home and examined it, I realized that the anchor strap that holds the stole in place had broken. The hem was loose in places. And the velvet panels needed restitching.
Part of me is incredulous that my robe has gotten worn out. Perhaps I shouldn’t be. October 14 will mark my 22nd anniversary of ordination. Who knew you could wear a garment out wearing it one hour a week for 22 years?
The debate was wearing, but at least my pulpit robe is in better shape. I need to remember how good it feels to do something productive with my hands.