Saturday is a day I have been both looking forward to and dreading. Five days ago the prospect of this weekend loomed large, and I think I was trying to think too far ahead. It's all I can do to cope with one day at a time, never mind worry about a whole week. So, today (just past - Friday) was a really good day. My brothers had a reasonable night's sleep and our friends from Philly arrived.
I took my brothers and brother-in-law on a tour of the church, just to show them how things would work on Saturday. I was also able to show them where I "do" youth ministry and we even kicked a ball around the gym for a few minutes as I outlined the grand refurbishment plans. I also got to hear our organist practising Widor's Toccata, which was spine chilling, not only because it was really great, but because of the memories of thirty years ago.
Then, with everyone here, we had dinner for twenty relatives and friends catered by the Altar Guild. It was a pretty great time, including a few early birthday presents. The Dangerous Book for Boys was one of them, and we got a kick out of the section on "girls" as I read it aloud to everyone (it's only two pages, and it was hilarious...)
So, I think the thing that I dreaded most about Saturday is that the protective layer of shock will wear thinner as the time approaches for the service. So please pray for me, family and friends as we take another step down this difficult road.