The weather isn't cooperating either. Saturday topped at 102* and I couldn't take off enough clothing! I was working up a sweat just breathing. By Sunday the temperature dropped and so did my patience.
My nose is a sieve this morning and my sneezing is getting in the way of my coffee drinking. Yesterday while waiting for Sunday school class to begin, I was conversing with another student and for some unknown reason I tried to talk, drink coffee, and inhale all at the same time. I choked and sputtered and sounded like a resuscitated drown victim. What a sight. If I were going for the "I have my shit together" look, I failed miserably! One woman came in and remarked that the wind was playing havoc with her allergies too. I just smiled; I didn't dare try to speak-- I had my coffee cup in my hand and no telling if I'd try my encore performance of Drink, Breathe and Choke.
Yesterday was a special day at church. Rev. Hubby led the parade as the drum major. In most churches it is called the procession of Palm Sunday.
Palm Sunday marks the church's entering into Holy Week. That wonderful emotional time of year for me. I rejoice with the early procession-ers and shout "Hosanna." But I also admit I would have been shouting "crucify" by the end of the week. We are a fickle people. We can nod our heads and mumble "amen" when we hear a sermon for peace yet will get in our vehicles and run someone off the road just so we can be first in line at Luby's cafeteria. And don't you even think about running that service over the one hour allotted time. We will either grumble and leave nasty post-it notes or get up and walk out of the service. I mean really, who are we hurting? The other congregants? The pastor? We shake our heads and wonder why the "younger" generation isn't coming to church. Since the 60's the "younger" generation has been saying church is a bunch of hypocrites. Now that "younger" generation is the hypocritical bunch. More and more churches are more tolerant of others yet so many good church going family members still spout derogatory remarks leaving the now "younger" generation to wonder: what did they just say?
The popular saying/song "Let there be peace on earth" takes on a new meaning when you substitute "on earth" with "at church" or "at home." Let there be peace in my words and in my actions toward others and let it begin today.
Yes, it is an emotional time for me because I know the most important person in my life died so I might live. Can I do the same for Him?
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