As it seems I've been operating with a higher level of stress than usual, I thought staying in my home all day Thursday and actually taking my day off from work would be good therapy for me. That is, until I started driving to work this morning.
I must have missed the memo about it being National Drive Like An Idiot Day.
Not one person driving near me seemed to have their head screwed on straight. We had people flicking cigarette butts out into the grassy shoulder areas while we're in the midst of a burn ban. We had people driving 20 miles under the speed limit for seemingly no reason except to annoy others. We had a truck going so fast that the empty water jugs that had not been properly secured within the bed were flying out onto the street, nearly causing several collisions. We had drivers on their cell phones, not paying attention to their surroundings. We had a lack of yielding, lack of turn signal usage, and multiple instances of sudden and unwarranted braking. By the time I got to work, I had seriously begun whether this was my cue to return to small town living.
The drive home proved no better. I am considering writing to the powers that be with a suggestion for a new motto, as "Drive Friendly The Texas Way" seems completely inaccurate and untrue. Ugh!
2nd Birthday
Friday, March 24, 2006
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
communion crackers and comedy
This past Sunday, things were going well. Despite it being the start of spring break, all my teachers had shown up. The kids seemed happy. There were no parent conflicts. All was right with the world. I went into worship feeling a great sense of peace and gratefulness for God blessing my life and was excited to praise, pray, and commune before heading over to SONshine Worship with my K-2nd Graders. And then it happened.
I was passed the communion tray with the pretty white doily and...nope, that was it. Just the pretty white doily. There was no cracker! I tried to get the attention of the server but he was very focused. Finally, I decided to extend my shiny silver plate, hoping it would stir his senses like a little rodent animal who hoards shiny things. Indeed it did. Out stretched his hand to collect my tray. I caught him by surprise when I retracted my tray. As if to say, "What?! This isn't protocol!" he looked me in the eyes, wondering what shennanigans I could be up to during this sacred time. At last, I had his attention!!! I pointed out the lonely doily with nary a garnish of Matzo but he didn't get it. So in a hushed whisper, I had to explain that there was no cracker. He looked at me, shrugged, and broke off a small square of cracker from another tray, tossed it in mine, and went about his business.
Perhaps he was saddened that he could not pass my tray, that I'd held up the show, that the guy on the other side would now have to go out of his way to retrieve my tardy tray when it finally reached the end of my pew, for the rest of their trays were rows and rows back by now. But he didn't even crack a smile at the humor of the situation. I was disappointed.
Trying to get back into the mindset of communion, I felt poking at the back of my shoulder. I turned to investigate and saw the white corner of a membership card as it made its way over my shoulder and into my lap. On it, a note. It simply said, "Budget cuts demand we leave every 4th plate empty." Who was the mysterious person with a quick wit and humor? None other than one of our elders! I felt a strong sense of pride at that moment. I heart this church....
I was passed the communion tray with the pretty white doily and...nope, that was it. Just the pretty white doily. There was no cracker! I tried to get the attention of the server but he was very focused. Finally, I decided to extend my shiny silver plate, hoping it would stir his senses like a little rodent animal who hoards shiny things. Indeed it did. Out stretched his hand to collect my tray. I caught him by surprise when I retracted my tray. As if to say, "What?! This isn't protocol!" he looked me in the eyes, wondering what shennanigans I could be up to during this sacred time. At last, I had his attention!!! I pointed out the lonely doily with nary a garnish of Matzo but he didn't get it. So in a hushed whisper, I had to explain that there was no cracker. He looked at me, shrugged, and broke off a small square of cracker from another tray, tossed it in mine, and went about his business.
Perhaps he was saddened that he could not pass my tray, that I'd held up the show, that the guy on the other side would now have to go out of his way to retrieve my tardy tray when it finally reached the end of my pew, for the rest of their trays were rows and rows back by now. But he didn't even crack a smile at the humor of the situation. I was disappointed.
Trying to get back into the mindset of communion, I felt poking at the back of my shoulder. I turned to investigate and saw the white corner of a membership card as it made its way over my shoulder and into my lap. On it, a note. It simply said, "Budget cuts demand we leave every 4th plate empty." Who was the mysterious person with a quick wit and humor? None other than one of our elders! I felt a strong sense of pride at that moment. I heart this church....
Friday, March 03, 2006
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