This morning's services at my church featured our annual Water Communion
ritual, which also functions as the traditional "ingathering" of the congregation as families and students return from summer vacations and tours, and church leaders gear up for fall activities. This morning was spectacular -- funny, moving, and vibrant
. The choir and staff all made a point of wearing blues and greens, and the chalice table was covered with a turquoise cloth arranged to look like a wave in mid-crest. The lay leader was one of the senior high school students, and a drummer and bassist added color to some of the songs.( some of the highlights and joys )
The coffee hour between the two services was good as well -- after the first benediction, a retired UU minister (whom the youth have cast as Dumbledore in their upcoming Hogwarts' Ball -- he has the twinkliest eyes) and I lingered outside, discussing our projects and our ongoing attempts to harmonize theology, practice, and
logic. I then chatted with the RE director about programming/culture/activism/education (for the two of us, all four topics are intimately interwoven) and a fellow artist about the activities of our respective guilds, purchased a banana and a Rice Krispies treat from the food table (a fundraiser for Mountain
camp scholarships), listened in on a couple of moms talk about the transition from parenting high-schoolers to enjoying empty-nesting, relayed a compliment to the fundraising chair (and was encouraged to think about selling my cards at this year's harvest fair), checked in with the lay leader with whom I'm switching shifts next month, checked in with the new coordinator of grocery certificate sales, and hugged various folks.
Next time I'm feeling morose about whatever, I need to remember this.