Well, I'm sure you can think of many, but here's the one played on me.
For a while now I've been ranting on and off about the Christ church notice sheet. I've done a few small things to try to improve it - to make it easier to use - so that the information is clearer, and to make it easier to update. These things are mutually exclusive a lot of the time. It's one of those issues where I lack grace. Red rags and bulls are nothing by comparison. So don't ask me about it if you value your ears - I'll only chew them off for you! Warner has also been trying to improve things, and his attempt IS a big improvement. He's had an email that was perhaps a little too straight forward - not rude but rather curt. But this is just background so that you can appreciate what happened next. There I was Sunday morning - settled comfortably in my seat, expecting a good sermon from Margaret - which I got in due course, and enjoying the band and the worship. I looked down at my notice sheet to make a note about the verse sequence on a particular song. It wasn't listed. Neither was the next one. I pointed to the poor formatting, and the song list and said to Liz -"So this is a complete work of fiction then!" and crossed out the hymn list rather dramatically. Liz checked her sheet - sure enough it was spot on - every hymn listed correctly. Further examination showed my notice sheet to be dated 6 Dec 2009. Last weeks surplus notice sheets are recycled on Sunday mornings - every week. How did that one survive two whole months. God goes to a lot of trouble, it seems, to show us how easily we make fools of ourselves.
An excellent way to spend a Sunday afternoon.