Good evening, my little pysankies.
Just checking in.
I took two walks today and drank lots of water. I thought about God and Jesus. I worked on things. I picked up groceries and cleaned the cat box. I tweeted Holy Saturday.
Now I am tired and ready for bed. Because life worked out nicely, I will actually get to bed by 10 PM. Milagro!
In order to have a nice, happy thing to think about while I’m falling asleep, I’m going to figure out what I’m going to wear tomorrow, from earrings to shoes. I did a nice moisturizing facial masque last night.
Last Sunday was actually way, way busier and more demanding than this one will be, so all is pretty well with my soul. My music director and I went over everything in very careful detail, and the only thing I didn’t do is get readers. I am very blessed with excellent readers who don’t mind being asked on Sunday morning. LUCKY, I know. Nothing is complicated so they’ll be awesome. The service should be beautiful and deep, and joyous. That’s the plan. That’s the hope.
I did want to mention one thing.
When I got to my new congregation three years ago, I told them that I was seriously allergic to lilies, which I am. Bringing in a ton of lilies for Easter Sunday was a huge tradition in my former congregation and I used to bring an asthma inhaler, take two hits right before going into the sanctuary and hope for the best. I was wheezy and terrified of losing my voice or breath but I soldiered through it rather than try to change the tradition. I just didn’t want to make anyone mad. Same thing for Advent, as pine needles make me itchy and asthmatic.
You know what I know now?
THAT’S UTTERLY RIDICULOUS!! THAT IS CRAZY! WHAT WAS I THINKING??
No one should have to tolerate working conditions that literally make them sick, and that goes for ministers, too! I don’t care WHAT the tradition is! If it makes you asthmatic or itchy or stuffy, for God’s sake tell your people and let them exhibit Christian compassion and come up with an alternative!!! We don’t need any 21st century martyrs, kids! Seriously! As St. Dolly would say, “Get off the Cross, we need the wood!”
When I moved to my new congregation I told them that I am totally allergic to lilies and you know what they did? They all (staff and parishioners) immediately said, “Oh my Gosh, well, then we will make sure we don’t have them in the building” (it’s not exaggerating to say that even walking by a lily in bloom make me cough and wheeze). And that was that. I was so sheepishly grateful, like a grateful little sheep. I wondered why I hadn’t spoken up earlier.
There’s a lesson there for ya: why do we tolerate stuff we would never expect anyone else to endure? Badinkulous.
So now we decorate the sanctuary and foyer with daffodils and tulips and it’s not at all a sacrifice or even a major accommodation.
I tweeted back and forth with a minister last night and she said she was allergic to lilies but that her congregation was determined not to abandon their cherished tradition of having them at Easter. I wrote to her, “Shame on them,” and I mean it. Why is tradition more important than your minister’s ability to breathe?
You all deserve the care of your congregations. God knows you give enough of it. Sometimes we have to pipe up and remind folks that if tradition is literally making us sick, it’s time to find new ways to do church.
Have a deep rest tonight, special blessings to those who will be up late leading the Vigil (do you guys do the keys rattling thing? That always cracks me up — it’s like a football game) or waking at the butt crack of dawn to lead a sunrise service. Have a big coffee and fake it ’til you make it, lovelies.
See you on the flip side of the Resurrection.