Lovely worship this morning. I have arrived at a place vocally where I am singing from inside of me, instead of from my nervous throat. It feels splendid and as if I could do it for days. That energy work may take time but it works!!
We heard a message of stark financial reality during the announcement time from my friend and fellow Vestry member. It was also a testament to the incredible power and support of Christian community. It was beautifully, beautifully done and reminded me of how much I appreciate that body. (I do wish that the choir anthem hadn't been the Very Next Thing after it. Eeek. Talk about putting your game face on!)
And then I heard something differently today than I have before, or rather it took me to a different place. It's not earthshaking perhaps...but here it is:
As part of the Eucharistic Prayer, Fr. David used this proper preface:
Through Jesus Christ our Lord; who on the first day of the
week overcame death and the grave, and by his glorious
resurrection opened to us the way of everlasting life.
I've heard that about a million times. But today what jumped out at me was "on the first day of the week."
Do I think of Sunday as the first day of the week? No, not really. I think of Monday as the first day, as in, "UGH, Monday again!!" And I think of Sunday as the last day of the week, the culmination of the weekend, when I worship, see friends, and slide in a little extra relaxation.
But what if I did consider Sunday The First Day? That way my week would begin among my worship community; I like that. And the "UGH Monday" would not be so raw, because it'd be in a larger context.
Will consider this week. Will let you know.
