Yesterday I was in charge of church, so I left the house early. Overall, it was a good morning. I knew that my sermon would talk about Pharisees, and I thought I might also talk about cracked clay pots. I had forgotten that the Old Testament lesson gave us the original commandment to keep the Sabbath holy--so I talked briefly about the origins of this idea that we've spent centuries fighting about.
How do we keep the Sabbath in a way that pleases God and pleases us? There are likely more ways than many of us have wanted to let ourselves believe.
Yesterday, I kept the Sabbath the way that many in my family have always kept the Sabbath: by spending a chunk of the day in church.
I think that it's been ages since Pentecost, but yesterday, I was reminded that it's only been two weeks. Before the late service, I heard parishioners talking about the beauty of Pentecost banners and mosaics we'd made. Those comments made me very happy
I've been changing the elements a bit each week. The picture below is of Pentecost:
I've since moved all the mosaics to the altar and added some candles. Here's a view from the back:
Now it's time to think about what kinds of projects should come next. There's a huge, beige space at the front of the sanctuary. I'm envisioning filling it with green of some sort. We could paint canvases and hang them on push pins. We could do a weaving. We could do so much . . .
feeling the feelings…
1 year ago