Church was fun today.
Sorry, I don't have any brilliant insights this week, but it was just fun.
Our first ever Easter Sunday morning brunch (back in the big room). S. and S. brought hashbrown casserole, C.L. brought sausage patties, J. brought an awesome quiche kind of thing. We had orange juice, toast and jam and we scrambled up 4 dozen eggs. And the Pillsbury Dough Boy contributed the cinnamon buns. We went through two percolators of coffee. The toaster only blew the breaker twice and the frying pan just kept on cooking.
While we were setting up, N. recruited a couple of the guys to sing in an impromptu choir, 6 verses of Amazing Grace, with H. on the blues harp.
Then we said grace, since it's a special occasion, and we ate and caught up with some people we hadn't seen in a while.
Then it was time to sing. We turned on our brand new-to-us donated overhead projector (thanks, Michelle!) and turned it on the duct-tape mended screen. C.C.L. sat down at one piano on one side of the room, I sat at the other on the other side of the room, H.'s harmonica wailed along on anything that wasn't in F.
We did a couple of songs twice, because folks came in late, having missed their favourite. A couple of people rummaged through the file box, looking for the song they wanted next and put them on the screen when their turn came. Some sang full voiced with their hands raised. Others sat at their tables, kind of mouthing the words. Most listened and clapped when they liked what they heard. Some talked and laughed and hugged latecomers and started on the second pot of coffee and finished off the cinnamon buns and started a game of euchre.
I don't know how many songs we sang, but we quit when my voice started to go.
Of all the churches I've ever been involved with, this is the most human. The most real. The most honest. We had about 30 there this morning and next week there might be 3. Last week we prayed and talked and prayed and talked and this week we ate and sang and ate and sang.
Wacky and wonderful.
He is risen.
r
Sorry, I don't have any brilliant insights this week, but it was just fun.
Our first ever Easter Sunday morning brunch (back in the big room). S. and S. brought hashbrown casserole, C.L. brought sausage patties, J. brought an awesome quiche kind of thing. We had orange juice, toast and jam and we scrambled up 4 dozen eggs. And the Pillsbury Dough Boy contributed the cinnamon buns. We went through two percolators of coffee. The toaster only blew the breaker twice and the frying pan just kept on cooking.
While we were setting up, N. recruited a couple of the guys to sing in an impromptu choir, 6 verses of Amazing Grace, with H. on the blues harp.
Then we said grace, since it's a special occasion, and we ate and caught up with some people we hadn't seen in a while.
Then it was time to sing. We turned on our brand new-to-us donated overhead projector (thanks, Michelle!) and turned it on the duct-tape mended screen. C.C.L. sat down at one piano on one side of the room, I sat at the other on the other side of the room, H.'s harmonica wailed along on anything that wasn't in F.
We did a couple of songs twice, because folks came in late, having missed their favourite. A couple of people rummaged through the file box, looking for the song they wanted next and put them on the screen when their turn came. Some sang full voiced with their hands raised. Others sat at their tables, kind of mouthing the words. Most listened and clapped when they liked what they heard. Some talked and laughed and hugged latecomers and started on the second pot of coffee and finished off the cinnamon buns and started a game of euchre.
I don't know how many songs we sang, but we quit when my voice started to go.
Of all the churches I've ever been involved with, this is the most human. The most real. The most honest. We had about 30 there this morning and next week there might be 3. Last week we prayed and talked and prayed and talked and this week we ate and sang and ate and sang.
Wacky and wonderful.
He is risen.
r
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