Friday, July 03, 2009

One of the most difficult things

Yesterday was an interesting day. It started off well. Tom and I had a really good discussion about churches sharing buildings. It was mostly his ideas, but what if, rather than each individual church building a building for themselves - and to be used mostly just one day a week - churches went together and instead built "community centers"? They could all share the building for use for their services and whatever else they did, but they could also provide a place for other activities and businesses to be run. Each church could still have their own separate "gathering", but it would be just like a church that had multiple services. And, rather than everybody having their own, say, youth group... you just offered the building to the local Youth For Christ, and that would be the youth group for everyone. Or else you just combined stuff like that. Leadership training for combined staffs and leaders; teacher training for everyone's teachers; etc. Stuff like that. We talked about a place like the former Ossian Furniture building (which does have parking out back, btw). Anyway, it was all just pipe-dreaming, but... it was fun.

After that I tried to frantically catch-up with myself and get ready to have our worship gathering outside this Sunday. It's probably not that there's that much to do, but it's just a different routine from usual. And there are so many people that are going to be gone that I'm not at all sure who might even be there. Maybe it will just be me, so then none of it will really matter anyway.

It was after lunch that things went terribly, terribly bad though. I got a call from a woman in the church and she just said she "needed help." I blew the cobs out of the Buick and went to her house, because it's rare that anyone ever needs my help. I ended up driving her to the hospital in Marion, where her daughter had just been pronounced dead. Ugh. That has to be one of the worst things in the world - to see your children die. There were a lot of unanswerable questions, lots and lots of tension, and not just a few cops around (news story here: Very sad. She has a 17-ish son, who was there. What do you say to someone who has just lost their mother, or daughter? Man... that is humbling stuff.

Today there is a chance I might start on the back patio. We removed the old bricks the other night. I *think* a guy may be coming sometime today to frame it up, but I'm not sure. At this point it doesn't really matter much.

I have an egg sandwich to eat now.