Sunday Morning

Today's worship service was a roller coaster! We went to the later service (10:45 instead of 9:30) because we were lazy. We were awake by 6:45 thanks to Caleb, but sometimes it's nice to lay around in jammies for awhile, so we did.

On the fourth Sunday, they do a Taize service at 10:45, which I LOVE. I was excited that we picked this particular Sunday to go to the late service. Our pastor was in rare form today and had a very entertaining sermon about Jonah. Even Caleb was engaged!

We were lined up as the second (and last-it's a small service) group for communion when another parishioner in the first group quietly dropped to the floor on the altar. Apparently, most people in line missed it, including our resident trauma nurse who was standing behind her very tall husband and son. I whispered her name, and she immediately ran up to the front. Our pastor stood there, analyzing the situation, while the rest of the first group went back to their seats, then grabbed the elements and rearranged the communion assistants into "continuous communion" formation. We communed and finished the service while the trauma nurse and a couple other people cared for the fallen parishioner. As we filed out, the paramedics showed up.

Fortunately, the parishioner appeared to be fine and was talking, so we're pretty sure she'll be okay. I'm sure the biggest bruise was to her ego. But I was amazed at how well everyone just moved on. The choir kept singing, communion was served, the service was concluded. Just like there wasn't a woman lying under the cross on the altar.

So I think I can safely file this one away as the most memorable worship service ever. In so many ways!