I’m not sure how your Sundays go, but mine are lovely. My cats always wake me up between 6 and 6:30 am. I’m lucky if I make it to 6:30. If you’ve never had a cat to act as an alarm, let me tell you, there is NO snooze button!!
So, this lovely fall Sunday morning, I was awakened at 6:15 am. The first item on the agenda is feeding the three starving cats clamoring around my feet. Then, my slippered feet lead me to the bathroom to clean out the cat litter. (Yeah, I never thought about the inconvenience of not having a basement to house the litter. Now there is a super large cat litter box in the utility room, which is off the spare bathroom.) This requires a constant vigil on my part, but I have digressed already.
I post on Facebook and watch for the sunrise. Some mornings it is spectacular, others a little less so, like this morning.
I head for church at 8:30 am. Sunday school with lively discussions takes place at 9:00 am, followed by church at 10:30 am.
Pastor always has those in the Narthex, gather together before service, hold hands and we pray. He did tell us he was going to do something that had never been done before in service today and to be prepared.
Let me tell you there is never a dull moment in church. Today our pastor was completely fired up and he even broke into song and dance with a song from The Police in the 80’s. I think it is called “Oh, Lord God”, but the chorus is a repetition of “Fill me Up!” Pastor sang the song, the congregation stood and clapped along. Oh, there is never a dull moment with Pastor Vaughn Cook! We were all fired up about being filled up by the Holy Spirit.
There is always a problem when Pastor forgets to follow the lineup in the bulletin. Thus he forgot to dismiss the children for Children’s church…and he forgot to kick off Operation Christmas Child Shoebox program. Not so bad, but when he forgot to tell the congregation there was a mistake in the bulletin and there was NOT going to be a potluck next Sunday, I began to panic. Especially when people began to leave after going up and placing their offerings in the plate. The band was about to launch into the last song, when I got brave and walked to the front and whispered in Pastor’s ear not to forget to announce there was no potluck next Sunday. He said he would do that.
So I watched as more people began to leave and then Pastor said, “We had two angels come to our church this week. An angel named Lee and one named Roger. They came with a truck bed filled with coldpatch. And I went out and was informed they had an extra shovel, so I helped fill all the potholes in our parking lot!”
Um, oh, no. I cringed. He had heard potholes instead of pot luck.
All the people left as he dismissed church and I was frantically wondering what we would do when people began arriving with pot luck dishes next Sunday. Only some might, because as I caught Pastor leaving the Sanctuary, I said, “Um, Pastor, I said pot luck, not pot holes.” You could read the panic in his face.
He began running through the Narthex yelling, “We are NOT having a potluck next Sunday!”
So I left knowing I will receive a lot of phone calls, and have a lot of explaining to do next week. Being a Pastor’s assistant is always…shall we say…interesting? And I’ll say a prayer or two that people will not just show up with food.
My afternoon was topped off by having lunch with my dear friend, Sharon, while we laughed and laughed about the service.
As I sit here on my front porch enjoying the breeze as the sun is hidden behind the clouds, I can honestly say Pastor Vaughn truly did have a service like we’d never experienced before!
Hey, that makes life very interesting when one is past seventy!