Rain and wind this morning. The time changed so that when the public school bus went at 7AM it was mostly daylight. Except that the cloud cover is so heavy, it is still quite gray outside.
Yesterday was a good Sunday. The service started out with a dead microphone. Elv is doing superintendent duties right now and when he started talking to open the Sunday school time his voice fell right to his feet. His voice doesn't carry in a small room, so in a chapel full of people it was quite faint at the back. The sound people scuttled about to fix the problem and brought a different mic to set in front of him. We were almost through the reading by that time. Everyone remained undisturbed, except me, of course. I am hyper concerned that everything goes so it should whenever Elv is up front at church. You'd think that I would be used to it by now. I don't think it helps a bit, I mean, I think it creates a vibe that Elv can feel and it just makes it worse. Except for the time he was doing a baptism and completely lost what was next for a few seconds- the vows part, it I remember right. I was seated close enough that I could prompt him without raising my voice.
Back to Sunday morning. It was my turn to sort and put out the Sunday School papers before the service started. I was busy going back and forth from the shelving where the papers are kept and the individual boxes when on my final check back at the shelves, the hall had filled up with the teen-aged boys. I stopped mid-stride and exclaimed, "Guys! Why?"
I love these boys, don't get me wrong. They're nice boys and at a fun age and they don't seem to be afraid of me and my noises, which makes my soft, old heart glad. Elv thinks maybe I am a little intimidating, but here they were standing in a circle right what I was working - asking to get bombarded in my focused career back and forth to get it done before the first song. They chuckled and moved aside. I realize that finally, church feels real and settled to me again, as it should.
We opted to stay home in the evening to play Scrabble. We had family who needed to talk anyway. I'm telling you, people talk best when the room is relaxed and informal. And where there are children and games and food. May your living rooms be so blessed and your lives enriched, too.
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