My sermon finished (or at least drafted), I find I’m avoiding home Easter preparations in favor of nostalgic musings.
One of the things I loved at Small Church was going over to the church on Holy Saturday in the morning to check in with the ladies arranging the flowers. Unlike Main Street Church, where the flowers are uniformly lilies, Small Church included all sorts of spring bulb flowers: narcissus, hyacinths, daffodils, tulips, even a few hydrangeas which the nursery school ladies and I struggled to keep alive until Sunday.
I miss them.
I am too far away from MSC to make a special trip, and anyway, it’s not quite the same. The lilies will be plentiful and beautiful and, for some, allergy-inducing, and it will be Easter. Over at Small Church, there may be some worry about who will show up with flowers this year, and at both churches there will be some stress over whether the list of names will be properly printed for the bulletin, because it’s always the person whose feelings will be most hurt whose name is inadvertently left off or misspelled, isn’t it?
I won’t hear about any of that this year, unless a word comes to my ear while I am packing up my office on Tuesday.
One of the other things I loved during my time at Small Church, and the centerpiece of my Easter experiences there, was the Sunrise Service at a gazebo in a city park overlooking the Bay here in City By the Sea. My Sunrise exposure was limited before I became a pastor, but I am a convert now. Main Street Church does not have one, and, again, I am too far away for it to be feasible. Next year in Retail Mecca…on behalf of the Church Without a Blog Name…I will participate in one again.
It’s the sort of thing that makes me look ahead with eagerness, knowing the sun will rise again.