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.


MR said...

Okay, if you're going to use your blog to apologize, we're going to need to know what you said/did to grant absolution.

Have you ever seen that episode of Barney Miller were a bum is explaining how he went to college, had a great job, lived a very normal life and then as he looks up and sees that everyone is crowding around waiting to hear the end he clams up. Someone says "so... WHAT HAPPENED?" And he yells indignantly: "THEN SUMPTIN' HAPPENED AND I BECAME A BUM!!!" Hahaha.

dan horwedel said...

I remember that episode. Barney Miller was a great show.

And that's much more interesting than what I was apologizing for. I just wish I was one of those people that could 'go with the flow' more.

It's just the normal noises.

Patricia said...

God has a way of keeping us humble, no?

By the way, David "Honeyboy" Edwards is playing a small venue in Urbana on March 30. Come on over; the guy must be close to 90 and he has sung the blues all his life. It'll be a nice change of pace from your blue monday.

MR said...

Well, if they wanted to go see "Knowing" this weekend and you nixed it, it was a good call. Saw it, it sucked. The first half was good... which made the second half all the more disappointing.

You were probably like: "you go ahead, I hate Nicholas Cage." And that was the right answer.

dan horwedel said...

Wow... I am almost tempted to drive to Cham-bana to see Honeyboy. He will be 94 in June! He was a contemporary of Robert Johnson - supposedly with him the night he died. That should be a great show. Definitely better than my monday blues. :)

You know, I actually used to like Nick Cage when he was younger. He seems to have gotten worse with age though. I am really glad he backed out of The Wrestler.