A Vicars Life

This is my monologue based of the monologue 'Bed Among the Lentils" from the point of view of Geoffrey.

Geoffrey is the vicar of the local church, which he is very passionate about. He sits comfortably in his leather chair, in front of the fire, feeling content about how today went. It is evening.

This morning, I was extreme nervous for myself. Shaking all over as I thought how I was going to get across today's sermon to all my fellow brothers and sisters of Christ. I managed to get some encouraging words from Gods book, the Bible, to remind me that he will be with me every step of the way. Now I think about it, it was silly to act that way! (Chuckles)

I percifically remember my wife saying she'd defiantly be there to support me. But was she? Not really. She trundled in late again, wearing that shabby cardigan that I am sure she has been wearing for the past two weeks... I had to hide my eyes which were probably clouded with disappointment. She also hasn't been on time since, well I can't remember exactly. If I was constantly late for something as important as this, then I would be kicked out of my position and the good reputation I have taken years to build would all come tumbling down. I made a metal note to talk it over with her later. If I get a chance...

The sermon went to plan. To my relief. Talking about the joining of two people in the eye of God is always a har topic to cover. I remember the lecturer of my college saying that. I did see however a few member of the congregation blushing (manly the ladies!) as I preached and that did make me chuckle! After reading out the very important notice of the Bishop coming next week, I met people at the door. I kept my eyes flicking back to my wife, making sure she did make any sarcastic comments like she had done during the sermon to poor Mr and Mrs Belcher. I managed to pick up Mrs Shrubsole saying to her "we must cherish him" and I had to blush with a little pride. I don't get praise like that very often and I am glad at least someone does.