So . . . I had this wild idea a few months ago to organize a church wide yard sale.
Nothin' like anxiety in the 11th hour.
I think we should rename our church "The Reformed Church of the 11th hour".
It would be much more fitting, I think.
Last year or the year before we decided to experiment with two services for 5 weeks, beginning freshman arrival week. I signed up for nursery for the 8 a.m. services. One week. There were 3 or 4 people in sanctuary at about 10 'til. My pastor walked out and commented "Oh. My. That's sad." He turned and walked back to his office. As soon as he passed over the threshold of the doorway, I kid you not, over a dozen cars pulled into the parking lot. One right after the other. All cars had more than two people in them.
Since then, I realized that our church does not do well with anticipating the future.
We're frugal. We're prudent. We're just horrible at figuring what life will look like a week from now.
The women know they will be cooking a meal.
The men know they will be working . . . hopefully somehwere that pays (these days it's tougher to call that than what it used to be).
Everything else is details, apparently.
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