The Ward Clerk

So today Scott was put in as the ward clerk, which means here I am sitting here writing more blog posts.  I may meet my goal of more blogging after all.  So there's that!

The experience of getting called as ward clerk has been funny to me because
A. I've joked before that my general skill sets could be best utilized at church in this particular calling despite the fact that I will never be called to it, and
B. This whole thing started to remind me of in The Giver when Jonas is selected as the Receiver of Memory because the calling is slightly mysterious.  I guess the clerk is in charge of the finances and membership and history of the community ward, and it sounds like he's not going to be able to talk about most of it...  And while others are enjoying their Sunday lives, the clerk seems to be weighed down with important things in his office...  And everyone chants your name when you're called in Sacrament Meeting... Suspicious parallels, you guys.  Anyway if I start having dreams about sunburns or sledding or Taylor Swift with brown hair, I might become concerned.