A Few Notes on Sunday

It was a good one. Lots of family, felines, food, and fun.

Marilyn got jerked around a little by her work. She was scheduled to go in at 0800, but got called while she was getting ready, and wound up on call. At 1100 the call came in, and she put on her blue scrubs and did the mad dash to the hospital. About 2 minutes after she left, the third call from the hospital arrived: "Never mind, we don't really need you." So she left work, and went shopping. :)

While all of this was going on, I was wandering around Wal-Mart looking for necessary stuff. I brought it all home, and decided to take a nap. Dreary Sunday afternoons are good for something, after all.

Nap over, it was time to get cleaned up a little and go to the Christmas Musical at Bob and Laura's church. Laura sang, Sara was an angel. Actually, Sara was a Lead Angel. This gave her wings, and a halo. The plebeian angels just had white robes with gauzy stuff flowing behind. Bob was a wise (too many opportunities here) man. He looks good in purple, white, and sequins. :)

Church music has changed since I was a kid. Back in the middle ages, we had pipe organs, pianos and trumpets and flutes on Easter Sunday. The choir sang Bach and Handel. It takes a bit of mental re-threading for me to get into a church with electric guitars and drums where I thought there was supposed to be an altar. The one thing that both of these churches have in common is genuine praise. I've sensed the Spirit in every place I've been where people gather to worship.

He was certainly present last night. The music was wonderful, the kids performed with an innocent enthusiasm that was a joy to behold, and the congregation shared their enthusiasm.

Marilyn and I sat with Laura's Mom, and were soon joined by Jon, Missy, and Violet. Vi spent the hour that they were there walking across laps to visit with M and myself. She was into the music, dancing and clapping with the best of them.

A high point, for me, of the service was the "Cardboard Testaments" where various members of the congregation had written what their life was like before coming to faith one one side of a square of cardboard, and how it had changed afterward on the other side. I was awed by some of these simple statements of faith and the evidence of the power of God to change people's lives. I was especially touched by Laura's. It made me glad she chose us for her in-laws.

It was a good time, and good for me to have been there.