Series of Sundays, Part 1
April 29, 2009
Like I told the Facebook world, I spent most of the day crying on Easter. It was obviously a very emotional day. First think I was up at 6:00 to sing at the sunrise service and that’s enough to make anyone cry (well me.) It was bit chilly but not like it was last year. Singing went fine, we did this kind of old fashioned-y “Easter Anthem.” No, that’s really what it was called, creative right? Joyce preached the sermon for the morning service, and it was great. I think she’s getting to be a really great preacher. I love that she always uses personal stories, it’s really brave and vulnerable, and it really makes the message seem sincere. She was discribing a scene from a movie to illustrate a point.
There was little boy in a consentration camp that got assinged to cleaning the commander’s bathroom. One day he stole a used bar of soap and brought it back to his teenaged friend to show it off. The theft was soon discovered and everyone was called together to be questioned. Just as the boy was holding his hand out with the soap, his friend snachted it away and yelled out that he had the soap. He was shot on the spot.
Wow… that got me. There is just something about sacrificial love. Someone else taking the blame. It’s real easy to say “Jesus died for our sin.” But it’s good to feel it sometimes.
We had bruch of Sam’s pastries and frozen fruit, not quite the Easter spread we get in Pensacola. But when Cynthia sat on one of the said pastries that almost made up for it. That kind of made me cry too, with laughter.
For 8:30 service we were in the sactuary. The theme for Clarke’s sermon was transformation, and we used butterflies to decorate the window sills and we brought in potted plants to the narthex. During the service we added butterfly garden stakes to the plants… you know like the tranformation had just taken place. It was very pretty and colorful, but a little less impactful than it could have been because our narthex is a bit cluttered (my hospitality workshop told me that’s not a very welcoming thing.) That work great for 8:30 but the service was so long that the 9:45 people were already waiting and saw them before the other service let out.
The thing during 8:30 that made me cry was the lady that was sitting next to me in the pew. We had a bunch of kids, of course, and they were all being cute during the children’s sermon. But the whole time the lady who was maybe in her late fourties was holding her husband’s hand and weeping. I don’t know anything more than that, what happened, if she had a loss. She was just sitting there in pain. Besides my empathy for her, I just thought about all the other people who feel pain and regret during happy times.
Then I had to teach Sunday School, which was maybe a little too creative. I took the kids to the 9:45 service to remove the butterflies from the plants, and to watch my friends play in the pickup band that was playing that day. Then we had our lesson outside, which was a bit challenging and distracting for my little people. Then we went back to play Easter symbol memory, which is always the biggest hit ever. They love it. Cokesbury must be up on their developmentally appropriate materials (I think I want that job) because they always include at least three memory card sets for each unit.
Then I had my Easter Whataburger meal and had a laundry and movie day. That night was the Tallahassee episode of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. Which was just sad in the classic, human interest story way. You can watch it for yourself. But that was so sad.
I told my Sunday Schoolers that Easter is the happiest day of the year. For me it was little crazy too.