On Sunday mornings my hymnal has been made ready for the service. The hymns have been tabbed in order. My bulletin is in there. It's usually marked up where changes have been made for various reasons. Announcements scribbled out that have been given to me are stuffed in there. It's my playbook and I'd be lost without it and all it's contents. Yesterday I lost my hymnal somewhere between the choir's call to worship and the welcome hymn. I realized this when it was my turn to give announcements. I'm sure I looked dazed and bewildered. I quickly walked over to the pastor and asked if he had picked it up. He looked and said no. I turned to congregation and rambled off the announcements from memory. I tried to make light of the issue and asked the congregation if they could tell me what hymn number the next song was. An usher barked out the hymn number as he walked down a brand new bulletin for me. It was unintentional humor and everyone laughed at my expense. You have to understand I'm famous for losing my hymnal, my mind and other things I need. Somehow I lost a wireless mic during a service. Anyways, pastor comes to me this morning with my hymnal. I asked where was it. He shook his head and raised his eyebrows. He picked it up between the call to worship and welcome hymn. He realized it during the offertory. He said he felt horrible about it but it was too late to give it back. We had a good laugh this morning. My pastor is awesome.