Five Days

They made it five days on time before the return of the bus delay this morning. Daughter and I couldn't figure out why the delay, but when I headed into town to take communion, I understood. The snow is blowing and the country roads are bad. I was on state routes all the way, and if I hadn't been meeting someone I think I would have turned around and come home. After taking communion to two nursing homes and stopping by the pharmacy and grocery store, I headed home, and the roads were even worse. As I drove slowly along I kept reminding myself that I saw a robin on Tuesday. Spring must be coming, because I saw a robin on Tuesday. Of course, the robins may all be frozen in a snow drift by the time spring gets here, but I did see one.

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On to more positive things. Our Wednesday night Lenten services are going well. We had more people here this past Wednesday than the week before. For the last hymn, we sang, "If I Were a Butterfly." This congregation isn't thrilled about learning new music, and it was an older group, so I wasn't sure how they'd respond to singing a kid's song. I chose it because it went so well with the theme for the evening. I don't know why I was worried. They loved it.

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I've recruited 2 young adult brothers to play the roles of the prodigal son and the older brother in worship on March 14th. I'll sit down with them and pick their brains, and then write a dialogue reflecting on the parable of the prodigal son. They will do a good job. I'm looking forward to working with them on it. We have been experimenting with different ways of Proclaiming the Word in worship, and the congregation loves these creative proclamations. I really enjoy coming up with the creative ideas and working with people to make them a reality.

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Daughter called around lunch time. She was working on a letter to Flasher about what had happened. Interestingly, she seemed to be more upset about the fact that he'd lied to her (it's been 2 days and his buddies haven't shown up) than the threat of sending people who were ready to be violent. Still, it's progress.