This Morning. A True Story I thought you might enjoy this This morning I was a visiting preacher at a church in a local town. I arrived about 40 minutes before and was chatting to the church secretary. He was on the platform. A structure about 2 feet high at the front of the church for the pulpit, musicians, etc. While I was chatting to him he was adjusting the carpet on the platform. He gave it a tug and the next think I knew a stand with a large vase of flowers had toppled over and the flowers and their water landed on my head. I was drenched. Head, jacket, shirt, tie, trousers the lot. Dripping wet and due to preach in about 30 minutes. I could not stop laughing but he was so embarrassed We found a quiet back room and I had to strip and borrow a baptisimal gown and put my clothes on the various wall heaters. About 5 minutes before the service I was able to dress again and the service continued with most of the congregation none the wiser. At least they did not sing "There shall be showers of blessing"