Monday, March 23, 2009

Monday, monday

Sometimes I think I am hopeless. It seems when I think I am at my best, that's when I turn out being my worst. It's those times when I think I'm making the most sense that I later realize I was actually making no sense at all. I try to be nice and I'm not. I try to fit in and I alienate myself further. Dang. I hope the opposite of that works sometimes too.

Anyway, yesterday was a weird day. I knew there were going to be a ton of people gone from our Sunday gathering. A lot were gone on spring break, and to weddings, and work obligations, and things. Which is fine. That's one of the nice things about not taking attendance anymore - I don't really know how many are there or not, and it just doesn't bother me. I wish I had quit doing it a long time ago.

We had a really small crowd for Sunday School. I think 4 teachers were gone, and we only needed 1 sub. There were only 2 kids, and fortunately they were both in the same class.

I was surprised how many were there for the worship service though. Since I knew a bunch of people were going to be gone, and I didn't know if I would have any musicians, singers, sound board or computer people... I decided to go "old-school." We just used the hymnal for everything. A couple of readings, a few hymns, sermon (well, I came up with that), prayer and offering. You know, the thing is, it is SO much easier preparing services like this. I slept in a half hour, and I still didn't know what to do with myself before everyone arrived. All I had to do was make coffee and pray. And what's even weirder is, this is how it used to be EVERY Sunday. Heck, and when I first came here, all I had to do was give announcements, pray and preach. There are times when I wish we could go back to doing this all the time. But I know it would get old after awhile.

It ended up being a really good morning. People read and sang incredibly well, and there was just a nice aura. I even had half the congregation singing the Jim Stafford song "I Don't Like Spiders and Snakes" with me. Then we went out for lunch with Carrie and Isaac, and it was a nice afternoon. And that's when I started to think I was smart and got stupid.

Why is it that it's whenever I feel good that I inevitably say or do something stupid? Blogland is so frustrating anymore. And I don't mean just my own blog, but other ones I participate in, and the number of people who don't participate anymore. Whatever. Just another Monday, I suppose. I am an idiot.

Tomorrow will be Tuesday.