My precious granddaughter, Charis, had spent the night on Saturday night. She is an early riser, as a rule, and I felt her slip into bed beside me just as I was ready to get up on Sunday morning. The smell of roast beef was wafting up from the kitchen, and I remembered that it was “Carry-in Sunday” at our little country church.
The man who was supposed to bring the morning message had been waylaid by surgery that hadn’t gone as well as expected, so Friday night, the Leadership Team had decided to have a “fifth Sunday” plan for the morning service and that meant we would have a song service instead of a morning message, and follow that by a potluck “dinner on the grounds” kind of thing. Only it wasn’t dinner on the “grounds” to be honest. It was “dinner underground” in the basement of our church. It’s a beautiful and convenient gathering place and will easily handle our congregation. I was so glad for the decision to have carry-in. I missed last month’s when we were in Missouri, and it’s always a good time with our church family.
So Charis and I got ourselves up and betook ourselves downstairs. We stirred about, she having coffee and a breakfast sandwich and watching Veggie Tales, and I, making succotash, getting the roast out of the oven, making gravy, collecting the mushrooms for the mushroom dish I like to take with the roast, and trying to calculate if there was enough tea concentrate to take Garden tea along for the meal instead of the usual Southern Sweet eat that we take. Certain Man came into the kitchen and carefully sliced the roast into the usual pan, and Middle Daughter came down and helped out with the dinner preparations, and we finished in good time. It’s always a scramble to get out of the door on time any Sunday, and this day was no different, but with the good, good help of everyone, we got everything loaded and got to church on time.
We had a wonderful time at church. The “mature women’s class” had a splendid time together. There was so much to catch up on and there were things to cry about, things to laugh about and lots and lots of things to pray about, for sure. And the song service was heartwarming and worshipful and familial. And yes, I did mean familial. If there’s anything we are at our church, it is that special feeling of being a family. We don’t always agree, and we don’t see everything eye to eye and sometimes feelings get hurt, but most of the time, for most of the folk, people are caring of each other and how people feel and think. And we really do love to sing together. I thought Sunday’s songs were especially thoughtfully chosen and enthusiastically sung.
But it wasn’t just the service and the meal. It was the announcement that was made during the service. The announcement had to do with a notice that was put on the back bulletin board. And for all of you who haven’t heard, this is now the official word.
Here, see for yourself.
Now you know!
(This is the “happy news” alluded to in the last post, and it is exciting for all of us.)
My heart truly does give Grateful Praise!