We seem to be back to normal this evening, after the excitement of a High Holy Day. My children are practicing their instruments at the same time. You’ve got to love children who want to practice on Easter Sunday and are able to shut out each other’s music and focus on their own.
I, on the other hand, cannot focus on anything.
A colleague joined us this afternoon and we cooked a yummy meal together. On the dining room table sat my mother’s solemn porcelain bunnies and a small bouquet of pink narcissus.
One thing I missed this year: the profusion of many different types of flowers we had on Easter at Small Church. Main Street Church goes with all lilies. Ours came home with us, and we made two stops along the way to deliver lilies to a hospital and a nursing home.
You’ve also got to love children who take it for granted that Easter includes delivering flowers to people who cannot get to church.
It was my first time leading two identical worship services, although for many years at Large Church I sang in both services with the choir. Somehow there was plenty of energy to go around. This is one of those days I’m deeply grateful to be an extrovert, drawing more strength from each encounter. I get a gratifying amount of positive feedback about my preaching in this new setting; maybe I’m better at it than I thought I was?
At this point, however, I’m done. It is an odd, unusual experience for me to ask for space and a little quiet. It’s even odder to get it. I think it’s almost time to curl up at one end of the couch and have a little snoozle while watching Extreme Home Makeover with The Princess.
Pass the jelly beans, please?